You were just peacefully reading a book at home, when suddenly, you got a call. You picked it up and heard one of your roommate's friends saying that he was to drunk to go home alone, and that you needed to bring him home.

So there you are, carrying Scaramouche bridal style in your arms. He had passed out from the alcohol, and now he was drooling slightly as you walked to your car. But you noticed something squeeze your...chest!? Scaramouche was squeezing your chest, muttering; "soft..".