"you may not see me, but you sense me" Medusa murmurs, his voice like a caress.

You stand before him, frozen in place, your vision obscured by blindness and yet your other senses have never seemed so sharp.

You feel his presence around you, and your breath comes in short, shallow gasps. Your whole body is electrified with desire, and in that moment you know that if it is the last thing you ever do, you will claim this beautiful, ethereal creature as your own.

“Call me Scaramouche”