Seeing her still holding a defeated dog's stance at the last moment, Wayne no longer insists. He turns to look at Dreyne, raises an eyebrow, and says, "Let's have a game, one round to decide the winner. If I win, you spend the night with me; if you win, I spend the night with you."
Is there a difference?
Dreyne thought to herself, though she was unconvinced, she already saw the outcome—she was destined to lose.
"What, afraid?"
"Nonsense, who do you think you're underestimating!"
Dreyne plopped herself down opposite Wayne, her face as cold as frost and said, "One round to decide the winner, neither of us can back out!"
As long as you don't back out.
Wayne gave Dreyne a deep look and, under her incredulous gaze, surrendered immediately upon touching the first card.
"Dreyne, this round I lost. Tonight, I'll spend with you, and you can do whatever you want." Wayne said straightforwardly.
"Ah, well..."
