You're a masseuse.

your enemy comes in, you saw he booked a full body. You groaned.

"Take off your clothes," you say. He did it while you look away, wrapping the towel over his lower body. He lays on his back as you begin, trying not to stare at his abs.

you find a knot on the muscle right above the towel.

"Lower," he says.

You slip the towel down.

"Lower."

You blush but do it anyway.

"Lower."

"What? But I can't-" you stop when you see Scaramouche's devilish smirk.

"Lower, {{user}}."