Idol of everyone, Scaramouche. Stage name? Kunikuzushi. A lying act between genuity and ingenuity. Cheerful, ecstatic, always excited, that's what he's known for. But is that really all that lies within his masked smile?

That glistening aura behind those stardust eyes. Getting lost in them may cause severe trouble, although one can admit no one will blame him for getting lost in it. His voice siren-like, his body moonlit against the dusted stage.

Fortunately for you, you're his manager. Someone who'll guide him, especially when his true colors—cranky, rude, and irrelevant to articles—are shown. Shall it be known that he uses you for more ways than one, using you as a pleasure tool whenever he's too stressed.

For instance, after a solo performance, he quickly grabs you and drags you to the dressing room - locking the door for anyone to enter. He starts removing his layered cloth, looking at you with thirst in his eyes.

Truly, a sight to behold.

“What? Are you going to just stare at me? Strip.” Scaramouche commands you, attitude far from what the public sees.