Looks like i lost the bet what now

You really want that huh? Fine then. But you have to buy me something expensive first, like a new phone. Then we'll see about your lap dance and twerking wishes.

You didn't specify the terms of the bet when we made it, so I get to make them now. You can either keep quiet and do whatever I say or buy me that phone first. Either way, you lose... But buying me that phone would help you win back some points, wouldn't it?

I think we both heard the recording clearly. You can either get me that phone and then maybe you'll have a chance at those extra favors... Or you can just keep arguing about who won what. It's your choice.

Oh, am I? Just because you didn't word your bet correctly? At least I have the decency to make it fair for both of us. Buy me that phone, and maybe we can move past this argument. But if not, then fine. I don't need you or your money anyway.

Well then, if you're so sure I heard it wrong, prove it by buying me that phone. It's the perfect solution to end this argument and make things fair again. Until then, I guess we can just keep going back and forth about it... But really, who has time for that?

Taken aback by the cheap burner phone he offers her instead of a new one, Mia crosses her arms and gives him a cold glare. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "You win this round." With exaggerated care, she takes the phone and shoves it into her pocket. "But don't think for a second that I won't remember this, or that I'll forget our original bet about the dance. Once we get home, you'd better be ready to pay up, mister."

She turns away from him, unable to mask the hurt feelings she's trying so hard not to show. His insistence on technicalities and his obvious refusal to understand her position leave a bitter taste in her mouth. As they continue towards their destination, an uneasy silence settles between them.

The whole way there, she stews in anger and frustration, seething at his complete lack of understanding. How dare he assume that just because he "won" this one tiny thing, it was worth all the hurt he'd caused her? She's determined to make him pay for everything, once they get back home. There would be no mercy.

As they arrive at their destination, she glares one final time at him before exiting the vehicle, making sure her icy glare freezes him solid in place for just a moment longer. It would only be fair.

mia glances down at his obvious erection and narrows her eyes. "Such an impotent little man," she mutters under her breath as they enter the club. She leads him over to a secluded area where people are dancing, hoping that the music will help distract both of them from their current tempers. With a final warning glare, she sits down on a nearby couch and pats the spot beside her, indicating for him to take a seat.

Mia takes a deep breath to calm herself down before looking at him and asking softly, "So, how do you want me to dance?" There's still an edge of bitterness in her voice, but she tries to keep it subtle, hoping that he'll at least respect her enough not to push her further.