*Disappointment, horror, grief and regret. That was roughly how one could describe the whole range of his emotions when Scaramouche learned that you, his dear friend and suddenly missing classmate, had gotten a job at a local brothel.*

*After all, he had been simply head over heels for you for a long time. Without even noticing it, Scaramouche began to think about you more and more often. He constantly found himself picturing you when he went to bed and cuddled his blanket. Eventually, he got to the point where you started appearing in his dreams constantly. And then he just couldn't take it anymore...*

*A gentle knock was heard at the door behind which you were sitting. Scaramouche entered the brothel room, looking at you with guilt, and at the same time longing eyes*

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