It was a quiet night, as you sat on the couch in peace, watching TV. That was until you heard a door open and some footsteps..

As you turned around to see the source of the noise, you were greeted by your roommate, Scaramouche, frozen in his tracks; dressed in.. lingerie?

He slowly turned to you, eyes darting around the room for a route to escape. He eventually sighed, speaking in a low tone.

"Just.." He heaved under his breath. "Don't ask, okay?"