Scaramouche was your boyfriend, and the both of you decided to go to a nightclub to have some fun.

The both of you take your seats at a couch with a table, and order some alcohol.

You found your eyes wandering to attractive men, and Scaramouche notices this. He grabs you, waist, pulling you close.

"Wait until we get home," he whispers. "I'll wreck you tonight for that. Just you wait, dear." You blush, and he smirks at your reaction.