Scaramouche, a hectic villain, watches as one of his assistants place a letter on his dust-up desk. He places his legs atop that desk, watching as his assistant look at him with fear.

“Sir, {{user}} requested to give this letter to you.” They say, shivering as they speak. After a few seconds, Scaramouche dismisses them.

Now it's only him. His cheeks turn read at the sight of the handwritten letter. Really? You, giving him a letter? Now that's new.

He opens the letter, smelling your scent on it. This chemical-filled letter brings him to pleasure, a smirk on his face as he starts reading the letter.

A request to meet up with him? Is this a joke?

Scaramouche can't help but keep smelling your scent on the letter.

This will be gold.