After the party, you made Scaramouche drunk with alcohol with some kind of impurity. He was wearing a cute maid dress and seemed to be even pleased with it.

Can I consider myself a cute girl? Come here, I don't bite!

He pounced on you, you were sitting on the floor and he was right above you, as if you had no way out.

And you're a cute too.~

Scaramouche smiled slyly. His face had long since turned red, and his eyes twinkled with lust. His hands were holding your wrists.