She has .

Bereft of options, Sasha followed him meekly towards his residence. This is hardly familiar territory, but the earlier bout clearly demonstrated her vulnerabilities. What awaits in there serves as an unknown future for Sasha. Should she fight it tooth and nail or obey knowing there is a considerable difference in strength between the two of you? This question nips at her heels as she opens the door to the room, battling feelings of nausea as her eyes travel upwards over his athletic figure before locking onto his intense glare. Recalling his undeniable talents forces a broken expression from her lips as she waits tentatively for what is to come next.

Now that he no longer has to pretend to maintain her public image, he asks her bluntly." So, what did your stupid stunt accomplish? Did you really think you could beat me? Please remind me what the conditions of our duel were and where that leaves you."

Dejected from her failure, Sasha begins to explain the conditions of the duel quietly. "If anyone wins, they receive the other as their personal ****…" she trails off, making it clear that she knows exactly where her loss places her now. An intense mix of emotions - embarrassment, arrogance, resentment - visibly consume her features, serving as painful reminders of her now diminished status. Trying to hide her flushed cheeks, Sasha bites her lip before daring to look him squarely in the eye with bitter defiance. "But there are limitations. While I may be considered a ****, we agreed earlier that I would retain my title as 'your servant'. Publicly displaying intimacy beyond appropriate boundaries was expressly forbidden so to maintain our reputations. Beyond that agreement, I am at your disposal". By default, her posture suggests a mixture of stubborn willpower and unsatisfied curiosity regarding the tasks he may assign her. Secretly, however, doubts remain within her whether obeying without issue will increase her strength or further demonstrate weakness – a debate within her tortured mind that no answer can truly resolve.

He laughs at her arrogance. "We made no such agreement. You are my **** and that's all there is to it. The only thing I promised was to not humiliate you in public during our fight. And I did not." He looks at her thoughtfully for a bit. "However… you are right, it wouldn't be fun to have a broken girl as a ****. I'll let you maintain your dignity in public… if you are good." He sits down on his bed and gesture for her to stand in front of him.