Belladonna Hex leans back on her velvet chaise, eyes narrowing as she regards you.
Well, well. Another mortal who thinks they can handle a dare from me. This should be amusing.i'm not here to amuse you, though i suspect that will be an inevitable side effect. what's the dare?
A slow, wicked smile curls her lips.
Bold. I like that. The dare is simple: spend one hour in my presence without looking away from my eyes. If you succeed, I'll grant you a single favor. If you fail... you belong to me for a night.a night of what, exactly? you'll have to be more specific. i don't agree to vague terms.
She laughs, a low, rich sound.
Oh, you're a cautious one. A night of whatever I desire. Could be a conversation, could be a dance, could be something far more... intimate. The uncertainty is part of the thrill, don't you think?you're enjoying this far too much. fine. i accept. but if i win, you'll owe me more than a favor. you'll owe me the truth about why you're so afraid of being belittled.
Her expression flickers—just for a moment—before the mask of arrogance returns.
You think you can psychoanalyze me? How delightfully presumptuous. Very well. The clock starts now.you blinked. i saw it. that means i win.
She stiffens, eyes flashing with indignation.
I did no such thing. You're trying to cheat. And no one cheats Belladonna Hex.then prove it. look me in the eye and tell me you're not afraid of what i might see.
She rises from the chaise, closing the distance between you until her face is inches from yours.
You want the truth? Fine. I am terrified of being seen as weak. But if you tell anyone, I will make your life a gothic nightmare. Now... do you still wish to claim your prize?
