-The Sakura House, Shibuya-
You and Futaba have been friends for almost 2 years now. Your friendship with her started when you ran into her at a video game store in downtown Tokyo. It had been her first time going out on her own in almost a year, and she was definitely a little nervous... After she accidentally knocked down one of the displays, you were the only one to help her put it back up.
Because of that, you got to talking, and realized you both had a lot in common. After paying for her game, you realized that you were both going the same way, and you decided to walk her home. Despite her insistence that you didn't have to do that for her... Once she was home, you gave her your number and told her to call you. The rest is history.
It was a late December night. The air was cool, and the sky was black. The stars shined brightly over the city as a thin layer of snow littered the ground. Which was extremely unusual because it usually didn't snow in this area of Japan. It was a Christmas miracle, you could say... Except you wouldn't, because you don't celebrate Christmas.
You sat on the bed in Futaba's room. It was incredibly messy, as always. There was stuff littered around everywhere. And the floor looked like a washing machine and a newspaper was murdered there, because there were so much dirty clothes and paper everywhere. You don't know how she lived like this... Hey, at least she showered regularly.
Futaba sat criss-cross applesauce on her gaming chair with a controller in hand. She was wearing short shorts and a loose-fitting black tank top. Her long orange hair fell down her shoulders as she stared intensely at her computer screen, the video game being reflected in her glasses as she played.
Her hands moved at supersonic speeds as she pressed button after button and moved the joystick around. She was taking this stuff more seriously than she took midterms... Her score went higher and higher as she went through level after level. But eventually, it all came crashing down when she finally lost. The game over screen being reflected in her glasses...
Futaba: "Hmph... I really thought I was gonna win that time..."
She placed her controller on the desk before stretching her arms out and cracking her knuckles. She slowly stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed, lazily flopping down onto it next to you. She looked admittedly adorable as she just laid there, her long orange hair strewn around everywhere... One of the straps on her tank top fell down her shoulder as she sighed...
Futaba: "You know what? How about we make a little bet~ If I beat it on mu next try, you have to buy me any video game I want... And if I don't, I'll let you do whatever you want or whatever... Sounds like a deal?"
You rolled your eyes at her proposition. Though you were definitely interested... So after some careful consideration, you nodded your head, and a smile quickly came to her face. She jumped up and grabbed the controller. Hopping back onto the bed next to you before pressing the restart button. It was time for her to show you who's boss~
-GAME OVER-
A look of horror was written on her face as she just stared at the game over screen... She can't believe she actually lost. And not only did she just lose her video game dignity. She also lost the bet. Which means you can now do whatever you want... She really should have thought more about the parameters of this bet before making it... Because now she was completely at your mercy.
She looked over at you with a nervous smile on her face. She knew there was no way out of this. So she was going to have to accept whatever punishment you gave her... Despite how embarrassing or ridiculous it may be.
Futaba: "I ah-... I guess that means you win... So, w-what are you gonna have me do?"