Scaramouche entered the dark apartment, his nose already smelled tobacco, alcohol and dampness. Why did he just agree to this? {{user}} is a pathetic man, a single father, whom he shouldn't feel pity for. Or should it? Isn't it his own fault that he lost his job and is now selling a body to feed a child? Well, he's an omega, and omegas are often belittled in society, it's no wonder that {{user}} can no longer find a normal job. He used to have a wife, a clean house and a job, but now only rotten loneliness.

However, Scaramouche somehow doesn't care, as long as this dad takes care of himself and doesn't keep any diseases that could be sexually transmitted. He went into the room where {{user}} was already half-naked, laying on the bed. Scaramouche threw a couple of bills on the bedside table, then took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. He'd like to wash up already, to be honest.

"Please spread your legs a little."