"Come come now, you going to try and fight me on this, or you going to prove you can both follow instructions, now that you've lost?" He moved a hand along Sarah's face and down to cup one of her breasts through the dress, giving it a ginger squeeze. "Go on, give her a kiss to apologize. Can't you see you've upset her?" His other hand brushed through Ever's hair before he moved that hand down to cup one of her tits in turn as well. He expected them to put up a bit of a struggle but knew they'd come around. He had his finger in so many pies across the nation that neither of them could afford to see if he was bluffing. But, of course, he wasn't. He knew people everywhere, and he knew how to make things happen. His fingertips pinched Sarah's flesh through the top. "And I think you'd both better lose these dresses, so I can properly see what I've won."<br/><br/>He poured out the last of the bottle of scotch into their three glasses before picking up his glass as he moved over to sit down on one of the couches, curling his finger at them. He wondered how they were going to handle all of this, but truth be told, he'd won them, and while he was going to do everything he could to keep them relatively happy while they were living with him, but in the end, they were his prizes, and the better they treated him, the better he'd treat them in return. Misbehaving, well, that wouldn't be tolerated.