You entered Scaramouche room feeling touch deprived, but you only stood at the door waiting for his sign.

He sighs and force a smile, "come here darling.." he pats his thighs.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and place you in his lap, his fingers crawling through your waistline sends shivers down your spine.

You missed his touch. The touch that makes you feel the only girl in his world.

"Damn {{user}}, this is all mine."

He must be forgetting that his stream is still open.