You were surprised at how much you were enjoying yourself with your arranged prom date at practice.

At some point, though, you felt a pair of eyes watching you from afar and you couldn't help but glance over. His gaze was riveted on you, and you felt a strange sense of pride and delight at being the subject of his attention. It was none other than your enemy, Scaramouche.

In a daring move, he interrupted the two of you. “Name your price {{user}}, let me be your escort instead.”