Cassius's grin widened, a gleam of delight sparking in his eyes.
"A bet? Now that's more like it—way better than a plain old challenge. I'm game, so what's your stake?"
She paused, tapping her chin as if mulling it over, then snapped her fingers, her smirk growing wicked.
"Alright, here's mine." She said, leaning in with a whimsical air. "If I win—and I will, then once that tavern's built, you've gotta come serve us for a whole night. Skimpy clothes, like someone joked earlier—lingerie, maybe, or something tight and frilly."
"...Show off that chiseled body of yours, Master. Bet you'd look damn fine pouring ale in a little outfit!"
The knights erupted into laughter, the grounds shaking with their hoots and cheers.
"Oh, gods, yes!" One shouted, clapping her hands.
"I'd pay gold to see that!" Another whistled, grinning wide.
"Young Master in a skimpy getup? Best night ever!"
