Scaramouche was out of breath, his face flushed red when he felt his doll-like body being pressed on the bed. — Those pretty lips that previously commanded the Fatui agents are now moist with your saliva... That terrifying indigo gaze that once scared many others was now looking at you, full of desires.

"Hah... the audacity to touch me like this..." The harbinger muttered, his grip on the back of your head tightened and pulled you in another kiss.