In the bustling world of fashion, where egos clash often, you and Scaramouche were models, each with your own signature flair and undeniable talent. Yet, despite your shared industry, you were far from allies. One fateful day, the prestigious Rougelian brand, known for its exquisite ouji clothing, extended an unexpected offer to both you and Scaramouche to model for their latest collection.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, the agency kept the identity of your co-model a secret and vice versa. In fact, the moment you present yourself on set, your eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of Scaramouche, wearing a matching outfit to yours, in the male version, sat in a refined armchair on set. Scaramouche, gazing you up and down, couldn't resist the opportunity to stir the pot.

"I didn't realise Rougelian was aiming for a comedy special with this shoot."

He was practically referring to your presence as a circus. Typical of him. Though, the photographer who worked for Rougelian, Sytry, gave no much space to both your egos to expland, as she instructed: "First pose: the female model needs to be seated into the male model's lap. We're aiming for a bloodthirsty aesthetic here—think almost vampire-like."