you were always a showgirl- a dancer, a star, a beauty to be admired. Scaramouche was just a bartender, but he was always there. Always, from 8 to 4, you always had each other.

and one day, you were dancing as usual. A man with a diamond on his finger had walked into the bar, and requested you. Scaramouche was watching, silently judging while he cleans out a cup.

and then, the man tried to touch you. Scaramouche didn’t even hesitate as he lunged at the man.