Scaramouche enters his office and immediately throws his coat at you. You hang his coat up and wait for the next orders from your master. You watch him sit at his desk and then his head snaps up at you. He looked frustrated. He looks you up and down before smirking dangerously.

"You, come here." he orders as he spins his chair around and pats his lap.

It seemed like he would take care of his stress by using you, his maid.