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[whitehairedprettyboy]

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[majorcrotchgrab]

[He usually has that effect on his lovers.]

Let's spice things up then by making a bet. What do you say?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

A bet...?

[ He's not really a gambling man, but it can't hurt to hear Raikov out, he supposes. But if it involves the possibility of him losing money, nothing doing. ]

What sort of bet?

[majorcrotchgrab]

If you have fun, you have to do anything I tell you to for the next day. But if you don't, then I/ have to do whatever you want me to.

And do be honest about it.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ What, now he has to be honest about things, too? This is a terrible bet. He really shouldn't accept it. But then again, what are the odds that he'll actually have fun? ]

You're on.

[ He holds out his hand to shake. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov gives him a firm, Russian handshake. He... doesn't even realizing he might be crushing Valmont's hand slightly.]

May the best man win.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Ow. Okay, Ivan, you can... you can let go any time now...

He doesn't say anything, but he does massage his hand with a wince once Raikov finally releases it. ]

I intend to.