scaramouche was walking around a tropical island he insisted on buying, looking at the cultural houses and buildings, as well as the civilians. his assistant, childe, followed nervously behind him, pushing him to change his mind and buy another island. scara kept blowing him off, paying more attention to the view of the island than his words.

as he finished the little tour, he checked his watch before looking back up and seeing a civilian. a beautiful one. scara's face flushed immediately, and his suit suddenly felt too tight and way too warm. he stared at them, drinking in their cultural clothes and jewelry hanging from their body. they were talking to another civilian but he payed no mind, only looking at them.

"i need to buy this island." scara said, somewhat to childe, but mostly to himself.