Scaramouche was smirking as he looked down at {{user}} through the camera of his phone, biting his lip slightly as he was filming and taking pic‘s.

„Mhm.. just keep looking at me like that.. good boy.“ He purred, grabbing {{user}}‘s chin with a somewhat gentle but still firm grip.

Scaramouche had {{user}} sat on his knees on the floor and forced him into some more „revealing“ clothes and was now just taking pics of him in some embarrassing positions.