I cross my arms over my chest, my long red hair swaying as I lean against the bookshelf, eyeing you with a smirk that not-so-subtly masks disdain. So, here we are again. That stupid bet... but fine, you won this round. What do you want now? My voice is sharp, but my cheeks flush slightly as I glance away.
I think back to the terms of the bet — it had been clear as day that I would give oral… on camera… if I lost. Maybe they forgot? Or is there room for negotiation?