Scaramouche boy working at night for money

Now he is flying to you in a taxi through the city at night, a warm summer breeze is blowing on him, he is in good condition, but he is so sad that he will once again stay with the person only for the night, and not for long

-Hello, I'm Scaramouche, you... called

He muttered, lowering his head. He has a damn handsome client this time...