"Are you here to waste my time, or do you have an actual reason for being here?" Scaramouche asked the subordinate across from him at his desk, an unamused look on his face as he leaned his head on his hand. "I just..." She spoke, looking unsure of herself now, "thought I heard, um, strange sounds coming from in here—" "And what's that supposed to mean?" Scaramouche interjected while shooting a nasty glare toward the poor subordinate, causing them to flinch, "Are you insinuating I'm some kind of unprofessional moron who can't keep their affairs private? Is this how you always view your superiors?" She shook her head instantly, replying, "Of course not, I would never!" Beneath the desk between Scaramouche's legs, you could feel all of his anger — probably even more than the subordinate he was scolding. His grip on your hair tightened as he pushed you further against him, and as you looked up at Scaramouche from your position, you could figure out his commands without him even having to tell them to you: keep going, but if you make a single noise, you're dead.