<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Bet</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZtvrH1t.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 12th , 2021, After 5 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE, Training grounds<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Playing perverse version of the Chicken game.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black and pink sportswear (https://i.imgur.com/zoYCQnw.png)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Me too!? ME TOO?!! Had someone possessed Albion?! This wasn’t supposed to go like this! The man was supposed to jump off in a record time like his ass was on fire. If he didn’t start his usual ‘not here Neri’ whining he simply removed himself from the situation. That’s the way he worked. Had she just broken Albion?! Nerissa froze for a moment.<br/><br/>Wait a minute… Did he see right through her bluff? He knew what was going on and that’s why he had courage to say stuff like that? This was getting weird, but she wasn’t going to lose. No, this was her field of expertise and Albion wouldn’t stand a chance. If he knew what was the best for him he would understand to withdraw… and if not, well, it’s not like they could do more here than they had already done before.<br/><br/>“Touching you like this…” The fox demon kept whispering as her fingers brushed lightly over his nipple before moving down under his shirt, as far as she could reach in that awkward position, touching him like an owner. The touch of her leg was careful, trying to avoid hurting him, and at the same time the way her slim leg moved against his sensitive area was unbelievably brazen.<br/><br/>“It makes me want to share more experiences with you…” It wasn’t as much as what she said, as the way she said it, whispering with that lowered, soft voice that promised the man everything he desired for in the darkness of a night. Albion had heard that voice before, but still today it was a mystery, was it real or was Nera that amazing at faking such a level of lust.<br/><br/>Nerissa wasn’t counting seconds. She trusted that Albion would take care of that to secure his first win, if he wanted to.<br/>