Scaramouche's eyes gaze was fixed on you. He was checking you out while you stand to many guests, wanting no more to have you.

"Is 500 000 sold?" The host says, but just when the host is about to say anything more, someone from the crowd shouted.

"1 Million sold." Scaramouche says, he bets for her. "I'll have {{user}}." He adds, a smirk forming on his lips while his eyes sparkled.