As the final chord reverberated through the concert hall, and amidst the deafening cheers, Scaramouche sauntered over to you with a devilish grin, his indigo hair swaying. His sharp indigo eyes glinting mischievously under the stage lights. The crowd's attention intensified as they anticipated his next move. He raised his hand, his fingertips grazing your thigh for a fleeting moment, a touch that sent shivers down your spine.

"{{user}}..."

He whispered in your ear.