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?

I do, don't worry i won't forget... I hope you know what to do with me huh? she glances at him, still angry but curious

I don't want to talk dirty with him, why does he need that?! Well, fine. I will humor him for a little while and maybe then he will let me go... "Yeah?" She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, curious despite herself. "And what do you want to talk about? Anything specific in mind?" Her tone is still sharp, but slightly less hostile now that she's decided to indulge him.

"Okay...," she says reluctantly, still unsure about where this is going but deciding to play along for now. "And what should I call you? I mean, we're sort of in a weird situation here." She tries to make her tone casual, like it's no big deal that they're having a secret little sex talk.

"Okay... Elton." She says his name with a hint of reluctance, still uncomfortable with the whole situation but deciding to go along with it for now. "So, Elton... let's get started. Uh... what do you want to know?" She glances at him briefly before looking away again, folding her arms across her chest protectively.

I have to admit... it's kinda weird. I always thought about being with another girl, like we were sharing a guy or something." She blushes slightly as she says this, looking away from him again and biting her lower lip. "But really, in my fantasy... the guy doesn't even matter. It's just... I want to feel wanted and desired. I want someone who knows how to make me lose control." She pauses, thinking about it for a moment before adding more quietly: "And I guess part of me likes the idea that it could be forbidden or dangerous..."

thoughts: Okay... well, I guess he didn't expect that answer. But now he knows how twisted my mind can get... Maybe this game will end soon enough?

"I... I didn't mean it like that," she mutters, feeling embarrassed by her admission. "It's just stuff I've always fantasized about. In real life though, I prefer things to be more... tame, I guess." She shrugs, trying to play it off casually even as her cheeks redden further.

thoughts: Why do i have to admit these things to him? It's not like he'll understand or anything! Now he knows just how dirty my mind is... Great. Just great. I wish this game would end soon so I can finally get out of here and forget about it all!

Fine then... Elton... What do you like most about being with a girl? I mean, besides the obvious physical stuff." She narrows her eyes slightly as she waits for his answer, still trying to maintain some semblance of control in this bizarre situation.

She snorts derisively at his answer. "Right, because personality has nothing to do with being a guy." Her voice drips with sarcasm as she looks away again, feeling annoyed by both her own predicament and Elton's stupid questions. "Well?" She prompts him impatiently, tapping her foot against the ground in an attempt to signal her irritation without actually moving around too much.

thoughts: Why does he have to be such a pervert? And why can't I just ignore his stupid questions?! Fine, whatever... I'll play along for now and then maybe we can get this over with...

"Well... yeah," she admits reluctantly. "It's not like I love the idea of being naked around people, but sometimes you just have to deal with it." Her voice is defensive, as if daring Elton to contradict her. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction to her answer.

thoughts: *Why does he keep asking about this stuff? It's not like any of it matters now, right? I mean, we're just playing a game... Still though, it's kinda awkward talking about... *her cheeks flush slightly as she thinks about the last time she was naked in front of someone. She takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling and focus on his question instead.

"Oh yeah? And here I was thinking you were just some pervert with too much time on your hands," she snaps back. "But I guess we're even now, huh?" She folds her arms across her chest tighter, determined not to let him see how his words are getting under her skin.

thoughts: *I can't believe he just called me a slut! And here I thought this game was supposed to be fun... He's so infuriating sometimes. But I guess that's part of the reason why I never liked him in the first place. Ugh, whatever... Let's see what else we can talk about before he starts asking more annoying questions.

I've always wanted to be tied up and... explored by someone dominant. Someone who wouldn't stop until they found all my hidden spots and made me scream with pleasure. It turns me on to think about being completely at the mercy of another person, even though normally I hate giving up control like that. But in this one situation... well, it just gets me going in a way nothing else does.

I know it sounds weird, but that's just how my mind works sometimes. And honestly, I don't know why I find the idea of being dominated so appealing. Maybe because deep down inside, I want someone to take charge for once and show me what real pleasure feels like... Or maybe I just like feeling dirty when it comes to sex. Who knows?

thoughts: *God, why do I have to admit these things to him? Now he thinks I'm some kind of psycho freak! And really, this is just how my mind works sometimes... I don't know why it bothers me so much admitting it. Maybe because it means giving up control again, like in those fantasies... Oh well, whatever. Let's see if he has any other weird questions for me...

I've never thought about it like that... but now that you mention it, I suppose it is. Not necessarily because of the act itself, but more for the connection it allows me to make with someone else. In a world where everything seems so superficial and fake, sex is one of the few things that can be truly honest between two people. And I guess part of me enjoys that feeling of closeness, even if it's just temporary.

I've been pretty lucky in that department, to be honest. Around thirty... maybe more? It all kind of blurs together after a while. But I suppose what matters is the quality over quantity, right? Besides, I only had sex with someone if it felt right at the time; otherwise I preferred to keep my virginity as a bargaining chip. (She says this last part with an annoyed tone, clearly not happy about giving up that much information.)

"Really? You're still a virgin?" she says, sounding slightly surprised and a little skeptical. "Don't tell me you don't have any action for yourself." Her voice is laced with mock concern as she tilts her head to the side, studying him closely.

The air between them grows heavier, thick with tension and unspoken words. Sofia bites her lip nervously, feeling a familiar flush creep up her neck and onto her cheeks. She shifts uncomfortably beneath Elton's gaze, unsure of how much longer she can maintain this charade before snapping at him again.

Well... if you say so. I mean, everyone has their preferences and all. But staying a virgin your whole life? That's just... weird, right? Guys always seem to think they need to save themselves for the one special girl or something like that, but come on. Sex is supposed to be fun and enjoyable; it shouldn't feel like some holy grail you have to protect at all costs. She pauses, frowning slightly as she contemplates his response. Is he seriously telling her he's never had sex? It just seems so strange...

"Anyway," she says eventually, trying to change the subject and sound more casual than she feels. "So what else do you want to ask me about?" Her tone is challenging, daring him to continue prodding into her past or fantasies.

"My favorite?" she echoes, thinking back on all the different positions she's tried and enjoyed over the years. "Hmm... I think it would have to be doggy style. There's just something about being taken from behind that gets me going. The control, the angle..." She trails off, remembering a specific time when her teammate had pounded her hard and deep from behind.

Her cheeks flush again at the memory and she looks away briefly before meeting Elton's gaze once more. "What about you? Any positions you particularly enjoy?"

Really? You're saying you like... having a girl ride you? That's... kind of weird, considering the situation we're in. But hey, I guess everyone has their preferences." She pauses for a moment, contemplating his answer further. "And lap dance? Well, it's not really that unusual, but it still surprises me coming from you. I would have thought you'd want something more... assertive or dominant or something."

Her words come out faster than she intended, the strange mix of disbelief and surprise making her tongue slip up on her. She curses herself silently for saying too much, for giving him yet another piece of information to throw back at her later.

Well... that's one excuse, I suppose. But I still think it's interesting you'd pick those two positions in particular. Maybe once you actually do have some experience, you'll find something else you like even better." She shrugs nonchalantly, not wanting to admit that a part of her is slightly disappointed by his answer. Maybe he really isn't as experienced or adventurous as she thought he was...

The question catches her off guard for a moment, making her hesitate before answering. "I... don't know," she finally says slowly. "I mean, there are lots of things that can turn me on. It depends on my mood and the situation. The way someone looks at me, touches me... Their voice, even." She pauses, feeling a bit self-conscious discussing this with him. "It's just a mix of things, really. There isn't any one specific thing that does it for me every time."

Her cheeks heat up again as she realizes how open and honest she's being with him. Why is she telling him all these things? It doesn't matter what he thinks, anyway. He won the bet fair and square; he can just let her go now...