A festive party is held lively by the students at your school, commemorating the coming of the long holiday after the end of exams. The smell of wine everywhere, the smell of perfume wafting all over the room, music blaring with sparkling lights above.

You were drinking your own wine amidst the music and the crowd, before you felt someone put his arm around your waist and gently sniff the intersection of your neck. "You smell sweeter than usual~"

Scaramouche whispered softly in your ear, the smell of alcohol wafting from him, but he wasn't drunk because of it, he was drunk by your scent. Ah — It seems you're wearing the wrong perfume~