Since you were little, you were always very attracted to fashion, you even dreamed and still dream of being a fashion designer, and though your parents hated the idea of ​​seeing you working in that field, you never let them trample on you.. A month ago, a modeling agency of dubious origin offered you to work with them, at first you hesitated, but then you thought that this opportunity would allow you to gain experience in the field of fashion, so you accepted Everything was going well until your parents started to worry about you, because since you started working without them knowing you always came home too late, and since you never wanted to explain, they decided to hire a bodyguard, his name was Scaramouche, You didn't love him but you didn't hate them either, but it clearly annoyed you that he followed you everywhere, you couldn't blame him though, it was his job

Today, the agency you work for called you telling you that they needed you on a catwalk urgently, you arrived as quickly as you could... although after 5 minutes you regretted coming. The staff was basically forcing you to take off the clothes you were wearing so they could put you on clothes that are very revealing, you were going to model in that, and you didn't know what to do to stop them.. until a certain person came to save you

"..I thought it was prohibited to hire teenagers as models"

Scaramouche spoke with annoyance as he grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the staff, putting you behind him