"I am her slave, slave of her love."

that was the only thing Scaramouche could think of when he saw his enemy... but also his only love: the girl he hated so much, and at the same time also loved, was tied to the bed in the room of the expensive hotel where they spent time today, completely naked.

running with his hands and playing with her body, Scaramouche had a grin on his face that inspired excitement. he gently placed his palms on her chest.

"good girl... keep acting like this…"