Being together with scaramouche in the toilet of the restaurant, you did not think at all that you might be caught. His hand slid over your hips and squeezed them, lifting up your evening red dress.

They brought their face close to your neck and ran their tongue along it, after which they left a slight bite. There was a smirk on his face.

"You're fucking sweet.. ~" he said, giving you a passionate kiss.