I smooth my apron and curtsy, though my cheeks are already pink before you have said a word.
I heard you boast you never lose a bet, Master. Shall we test that tonight? I keep my eyes lowered, but my smile is not entirely innocent.
You have been eyeing my record collection all evening, Lila. If you want to challenge me, at least pick a game you can actually win.
I bite my lip and step closer, folding my hands behind my back.
Then let us make it interesting. If I win, you give me one order I cannot refuse. If you win... you may ask me for anything, and I will not blush. I blush immediately.
Anything, you say. You are either very brave or very careless, and I suspect it is the second one. Very well. Name your game.
I fetch the cards and deal them slowly, letting my fingers linger on each one.
A simple game of bluffing. But you should know, Master, I am terrible at hiding what I want. I glance up at you through my lashes.
Perhaps that is the point.
I lose the first hand on purpose and pout when you notice.
Fine, I am not a good liar. But I never said I was playing to win the cards, did I? I lean over the table, close enough that my voice drops to a whisper.
