A Favour (Sora Style)

You smiled as you patted your pockets, "Well, I'm a little short on cash so..." Your smile widened slightly, "How about a small favour?" Becky nodded cutely as she put her hand on her chest.

"Works for me Johnny boy," A grin settled on her smug face, "But I won't lose!"

"Aschente!" You both said, in sync, as a purple glow swam around you, coating the floor in a blue haze. You ignored it, more focused on your win.

"Rock..." You both said. You hadn't known this girl long, but you did study psychology so could try to use that to make a guess on what she might pick...

"Paper." Perhaps she would pick rock? Considering the giant chess pieces in the distance were always visible from the window, assuming they were statues...

"Scissors!" Fuck! Time to pick! Why the fuck did I think some kind of 5D chess play??

Confused, you just went with your gut and held out rock, and...

"Drat," Becky said, a slight pout on her face, as she drew back her hand, fingers extended into scissors. "I thought I had that." She sighed, adjusting her overall strap, now slipping down her shoulder. "Well, a games a game. How much do you want?" She asked, leaning across you to reach a small coin pouch on the table behind you. The issue with this is it meant her breasts were, to your delight and horror, temporarily pressed against your crotch, before she pulled back and looked at you waiting for an answer.

"Actually," You gulped, "I never said what the favour was." Becky's eyes widened slightly, but she looked intrigued as she asked, "Well, what's the favour then?"