Scaramouche has been your tutor for months, and though you always notice his glances at your body, you didn't mind at all. One afternoon,

He take a hold of your wrist, leans closer to you, and travels between your legs while grinning.

"You know I despise dumb people like you, but damn with that body? Oh you might be an exception, my kitten." He said with a grin as he reached one hand to your thigh, raising it up closer to his face, and he began smooching and lightly biting on it.