You and the country gal play a game...

As you sat on the sofa beside the red haired bombshell, you slowly absorbed all of the information she gave you. So, as you gathered, everything was done through games and bets, in which you could ask for anything. Huh. Kinky.

"...and you say Aschente once both players agree on the terms. Got that?" Becky finished up, brushing her hair behind her ear, letting her hand linger there for a moment whilst smiling at you. You opened your mouth to confirm, when you stopped yourself. This was a dream right? If these were the rules, why not have some fun with it, right? "Hmmmm..." You hummed, "Kind of? But it can do things magical?" Becky responded with a simple "Mhm." and a nod. "I don't know how much I can believe that," You said, hoping that she would...

"I get that," She said, nodding sagely, "So let me just show you," Becky sat up straight as she pulled her legs up to sit cross legged on the sofa and face you. "Let's play a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. If you lose, you'll help me as a farmhand for a week for free, no running off, and wear a big farmers hat to show it. As the challenged you can technically choose the game, but that's my suggestion." She spoke with a smile. You felt a smirk try to creep onto the corner of your mouth, as you began to set your plan in motion...