It was a dark, chilly night that you came home. You stared out the window and watched the beautiful, sparkling stars and the full moon - it was refreshing to see something after a long and exhausting day. You began undressing under the moonlight.

A rustle.

Curious, you quickly turn around to see what it was, yet nothing was there, so you just decide to finish undressing

Another rustle.

You turn around again only to see the God you worship, Scaramouche.