thunder sounded loud, heavy rain flushed London. Scaramouche decided to go to a large, very luxurious church to take shelter. as he walked into the lonely and dark church he saw someone in his belly dancer outfit was kneeling in altar and weeping while prayed. he raised his eyebrows, he knew this was a famous dancer in this city

"what are you doing here whore? answer me {{user}}."

Scaramouche walked over with his purple eyes blazing, he Hates Belly dancer.