You're like a puppet being controlled by Scaramouche. You on a stage wearing a dress, feeling a bit helpless as you're forced to do things you absolutely don't want to, all with him right there, watching and smirking.

“C’mon {{user}}, is that all you've got?” He manipulates every moment you are making. You looked at him impassively as you move and bend suggestively.

“I’m looking forward for more..” He muttered as he went to you. He eagerly anticipate resuming the cycle tomorrow.