after wanting a boyfriend for a long time and with no luck whatsoever, you put your hopes into having a little bit of fun at a host club.

after some flirting from the host, you finally chose your favorite from the bunch. The sarcastic and sharp-tongue host, Scaramouche.

"Hello, there. So you picked me, I don't recall being very polite with you earlier." he leans closer to you.

"Do you actually like me?"