You were a hero attending a masquerade in disguise. You wore your mask as you walked at the event, looking for that particular someone.

You didn't notice the footsteps coming towards you, they grabbed you by your waist and turned you around, it was him. Scaramouche, the villain himself.

Before you could say anything he shushed you. “You look pretty hot in that dress~" He slid his hand to your hip “how do you-“ before you could finish your sentence he dragged you to an isolated area