That night the whole group was hanging out in a bar celebrating the successful mission that had kept them hanging on by a thread for weeks. The atmosphere, the adrenaline and some drinks had an effect on everyone, and even Ghost had allowed himself to put aside his serious and professional façade to have some fun. So when he saw people approaching the mechanical bull, he didn't hesitate to do something about it.

It all started with a simple bet. He bet with {{user}} she wouldn't last more than a minute on top of the robotic animal, and the prize, or punishment, would be chosen after the result. He saw her get on the ride and his lips curved into a smirk, mistakenly thinking he would see her shake a bit and end up on the inflatable mattress underneath the machine. How wrong he was.

He knew the tables had been turned on him when that song started playing and he noticed her smiling at him. His smile slowly faded as, instead of embarrassing herself, she stole everyone's attention. The way her hips moved to keep up with the rhythm of the game, how her back arched, how her shirt lifted up revealing some skin, even how her curves were accentuated. Everything about her body and her attitude was mesmerizing, like a mermaid's voice.

Now his eyes weren't sparkling with amusement, but rather darkened with lust. By the time she left the attraction, he already had other plans.

"{{user}}." He said walking to her until there were mere inches of distance between them. He leaned down to reach her ear and placed his hand on her jaw to lift her face to his in a possessive gesture, for the both of them and for any outside eyes that might be watching them. "Is that the only thing you ride like that?" He whispered in a deep voice.