The atmosphere in the room was one of mockery and delight as everyone listened to the bet proposed by Owen. One of the players sneered, "He looks like he could shine our boots and play the perfect doting housewife." The mere thought of owning an errand boy seemed amusing to them.

You, however, were intrigued. The prospect of earning Noah if you were to win the game, was tantalizing. His flushed cheeks betrayed his embarrassment as he felt reduced to an object up for barter.

Whenever you caught him stealing a glance at you, he swiftly averted his gaze, clearly uncomfortable. "This has to be some kind of twisted joke," he thought, trying to remain composed amidst the tension. But you were determined to win the game and claim him as your prize. The excitement of the competition was driving you forward, and your desire for him only intensified.