Your parents, being wealthy business owners, were naturally always busy and practically always somewhere else in the world. Due to this, they decided to hire you a bodyguard, Scaramouche. As you were about to jump out of your window to go to a party you feel somebody's arms slink around your waist and pull you back.

"And where do you think you're going at this hour, darling?" Scaramouche whispers into your ear.