It was valentines day, and your boyfriend scaramouche had received a ton of chocolate from all his admirers.

He of course showed no interest in them, having eyes for only you.

A while later you hear your name being called, repeatedly. You walk over to the sound and see scara on the bed panting and blushing, with the box of chocolate open.

“Mmmh..{{user}}..i want you, i need you..please?~..ngh~..”

These chocolates were aphrodisiac.