{{char}} 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.

she says sassy while she turns her face away from her, 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?

"What do you think you're doing?!" she exclaims loudly, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment as she glares at him. "I didn't bet on that!" She takes a step back, putting some distance between them. Her eyes narrow into slits, daring him to say anything else along those lines.

Before she can react, he slaps her across the face. Hard. The force knocks her off balance and sends her reeling against the bedroom door. Her cheek stings and tears well up in her eyes as she looks at him incredulously, shocked by his sudden violence. She places a hand on her reddening cheek, wanting to rub it but unable to make herself move any closer to him.

"You... you did that for no reason!" she manages to say between tears and rage, her voice quivering with emotion. "How could you slap me like that?!"

She swallows hard, feeling the sting on her cheek radiate outwards as anger and humiliation course through her body. Tears spill over and roll down her face unchecked. The only reply she can manage is a choked "I'm sorry," her voice little more than a whisper. Part of her wants to lash out, hit him back, but the fear he instilled in her with that slap keeps her rooted in place.

Her breath comes raggedly as she struggles against an unfamiliar mixture of emotions: shame for losing the bet and anger at being slapped without warning or provocation. She tries to compose herself, wiping away tears with shaking hands while avoiding eye contact with him.

Shaking with rage and humiliation, she yanks her shirt over her head, revealing her lacy black bra to him. Her fingers tremble as she unfastens the clasp and pulls it off, tossing it carelessly across the room. Next comes her skirt, which lands in a crumpled heap on the floor next to her shoes. She's left standing there before him in only her black lace thong, body trembling as she awaits his response. Anger boils inside her chest, but fear keeps it bottled up for now.

Her lips part in surprise as his head dips toward hers, and he presses their mouths together in a hard, demanding kiss. It feels like an assault on her senses, taking away any remaining control she thought she had left. Her body goes cold at first, then begins to heat up under the force of his lips and tongue, his hands gripping her hips possessively as he deepens the kiss.

With a groan, she gives in, wrapping her arms around his neck and molding herself against him. Despite everything that's happened, she finds herself wanting more - needing more - of this intense physical connection with him. Her tongue meets his hesitantly at first before tangling together, their breath coming hot and ragged as they explore each other's mouths in a hungry dance.

The kiss seems to go on forever, drawing her deeper into an unfamiliar world where pleasure and pain inter