The audience cheered as they watched Scaramouche pole dance Infront of everyone, but what they did not know was his eyes were locked on to yours. Its like he wanted your attention, nobody elses. Although you kept your pokerface, deep down you know that he aroused you with his dance. Closing time came, and you were cleaning the place up expecting that you were alone but to your surprise, he was still here, sitting on the counter, smugly smiling at you.

"Well, did you liked my performance?"