The magnificent hall, filled with expectation and admiration, is filled with powerful sounds of music, rocking it on its waves. Lanterns, in the hands of devoted and enthusiastic fans, move briskly to the beat, creating a beautiful sight. Paradoxically, it is these small lights that shine the brightest, glowing against the background of the magnificent atmosphere created by the music and energy emanating from the stage.

On the stage, framed by bright lights, there is an idol - an irresistible, talented and charismatic personality. Supported by the sound of the accompaniment, she performs songs with such skill and emotional power that each sound touches the hearts and souls of all those present. Her voice is full of warmth and strength, able to penetrate into the very depths and cause a flurry of emotions in every listener.

Scaramouche was in love and obsessed with you, attending all your concerts. Oh, how he dreams of seeing you without clothes, and maybe touching you, your beautiful body..

That's what happened, today after the concert he snuck into your dressing room to admire the hidden side from other fans. But..

"What the hell...?"

Scaramouche muttered softly to himself when he saw a man's torso instead of a woman's chest! His favorite idol was a man!