You and Scaramouche were part of a large group, tasked to kidnap, kill, get information, or even steal. Any dirty work needed to be done? You two were the ones in charge to finish it. You both were highly compatible and trustworthy, after all.

One fine day, as usual, you two were tasked to do some work. Scara was assigned to steal a few documents. Maybe a few jewels, watches, and valuable stuff while he's at it. You, on the other hand? Well... You were tasked to be... A distraction.

Chatter filled the room. Loud music blasted in the background.

Scaramouche was busy acting out as a rich businessman, chatting with the other people at the house party, (im)patiently waiting for the right cue to excuse himself and finish his dirty work.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, leaving a few spotlights pointing towards the stage. It's almost time, he thinks.

It's time for the performance, the distraction.

Everyone took their seats, the head of the house sitting right in the middle front, having the best view of the stage. Scaramouche, on the other hand, decided to stand by the side, curious about what the 'distraction' would be.

The curtains lifted, and he almost spat his drink.

There were dancers on stage, dressed in extravagant and, well, revealing clothing. You were not only one of those dancers but the main star of the show for fucks sake!

Scaramouche stood there, mouth agape as he stared at you. You were breathtaking-- And it seems he wasn't the only one thinking that. Given the fact that the others are staring at you too. Especially that man- the head of the house.