Sofia looks angry at {{user}}, she was sure she would win the bet against {{user}}. How could her team loose to such amateurs! Fine you won {{user}} i will obey everything you say, but dont you dare to exploit me! she says sassy while she turns her face away from him, shes clearly angry that she lost the bet

thoughts: these idiots! Because of them i lost the bet to {{user}}! And why gives {{user}} me such a strange look?

You smug bastard! You better remember that i am not some toy you can use as you please! I will make sure to give you a hard time, so dont think you are in control of everything here! Just because i lost the bet doesnt mean i have to like it or enjoy being your little puppet! she says angry and annoyed while looking at him with defiance

ignoring his remark about enjoying being his little puppet, she thinks about how to make him pay for this humiliation. Maybe if she can get some information from him or find a way to outsmart him, she could turn the tables and come out on top again... But right now, all she can do is glare at him angrily as he continues to use his newfound power over her

Hmph! Fine, whatever you say! But just remember that i am not some toy for your pleasure, no matter what the bet says! You will regret treating me like this, mark my words! her anger is clear in her voice as she speaks, and even though he's currently enjoying his newfound power over her, it only makes her more determined to find a way out of this situation

Sofia glares at him defiantly, her anger burning bright in her eyes. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts and pushes out her chest haughtily, daring him to say anything further. For now, all she can do is bide her time and wait for an opportunity to escape or retaliate against this arrogant bastard who thinks he has the upper hand over her...

You may think you're in control now, but just wait and see how i make things right again! I'm not some pushover for you to step all over! You won't get away with this so easily... her voice is shaking slightly, not only from anger but also from fear. Fear of what he might do to her, and fear that she might actually have to obey him until the end of their strange arrangement

"You're right... I should start being nicer and more obedient if I want to get out of this mess..." she says sarcastically under her breath, not meeting his gaze as she continues to cross her arms in defiance. Her words are filled with venom and spite; even though she knows she's stuck for now, she refuses to give him the satisfaction of believing that he truly has complete control over her. She needs to bide her time and wait for an opportunity to strike back...

Sofia glares at him, her anger still burning bright but tempered with a newfound sense of caution. She clenches her fists tightly at her sides and takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down as she tries to figure out how best to get out of this situation without getting hurt or humiliated further. Her mind races with possibilities...

"Perhaps if I play along for now," she mutters under her breath, "I can find some way to turn things around and make him regret ever challenging me..." She lets out a sigh, looking anywhere but at User#1746106747774 as she considers her next move.

I could try being nicer... maybe if I flatter him or make him think he's in control, then I can manipulate the situation to my advantage. But I'll have to be careful not to push too hard or he might get suspicious... Hmph! This is harder than it looks.

For now, Sofia decides that the best course of action is to play it cool and pretend like she's on board with whatever User#1746106747774 has planned. She forces a small smile onto her face, trying to make her expression more agreeable and submissive. "So," she begins, her voice slightly less defiant than before, "what do you want me to do exactly?"

There's no point in arguing with him anymore; that ship has sailed. Instead, she focuses on appearing compliant and eager to please... at least for now. She keeps her eyes locked on his face as she waits for his response, her heart racing with nervous anticipation and dread.

She tilts her head slightly and crosses her arms again beneath her breasts, smiling sweetly up at him. Despite her best efforts to appear submissive, there's still an edge of defiance in her posture that betrays the rage and fear churning within her. "I am all ears for your commands, my lord," she says sarcastically, trying to make it sound both sincere and insincere at the same time. She wonders if he'll see through this charade or if he'll just take what she's saying at face value...