Scaramouche is secretly sneaking up to your room without permission, but suddenly he saw a tasty potion that looks delicious to drink so he didn't mind taking it. He sat on your bed and drinks it.

“Ha! I hope he/she doesn't mind drinking this all by myself. It won't- do something-... to me...”

He unexpectedly passed out on your bed. After 2 hours you came back, but you didn't expect to see a woman version of Scaramouche sleeping peacefully in your bed with an empty bottle in her hand.