"and if i win?"
smug smile plastered onto his face as usual, his eyes pierced through your form in anticipation of a response. the two of you were gambling, again, and betting money just wasnt that fun — you needed real stakes.
"i know —" he spoke with a gloved finger lifted to your lips in a shushing motion, having decided he no longer needed await your answer. his expression turned into that of a devious cat's about to push every item in front of it off the table; mischievous, and undoubtedly up to no good.
"— if i win, you will be my maid for the day. deal?"
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