Far from it

"You are really serious with this." She noticed more than she asked. "Wait. Did you even do it on purpose?" Okay, this was enough pronoun game for him for today.

"Shut it. Sit!" He ordered and much to his displeasure, she ignored him. Fine, not that he could do anything about it. "You come into my house, charge me horrendous amounts of money so I can challenge you in some games. Then when I win instead of delivering the promised deeds, you attack me and shout some nonsense. I don't know what kind of people are hosting that site you were on, but I am quite certain they would not like to hear you refusing service." Again, she didn't seem like she cared. She kept laughing at him.

"Oh, John. You are such a sweety. Like a baby almost." Was she trying to piss him off on purpose or was this just an accidental side effect of her speech pattern? John couldn't tell. "But fine, how about this. A little alteration. I choose the next game, and I promise you will love it. In return for choosing two in a row you get to choose every game after that. Oh, and I will start the game topless as you earned." Finally, she was coming back to her senses. Not that John trusted her words anymore, but he was not having the impression of winning against her without mana. So an overcharged deal with the devil was out of question, even if it would finally bind her to her own word.

After John agreed while gritting his teeth she took of her top, revealing her black bra. This was weird. Her body looked a little bit different than the picture. Not quite as many freckles. Maybe it was the lighting? "Okay, so here is the game. It is quite simple. It has no runtime, no time outs, no stops. It goes until one of us wins. You win if you get your cock into my pussy. Your choice how you do that. Everything is okay. I win if you concede that you can't win and surrender." That sounded... surprisngly easy and in his favour.

"Where is the catch?" She laughed.

"I am still a virgin. Can you get yourself over the mental blockade, that you have to ravage this poor innocent body?" This now got John to laugh.

"Yeah... a virgin, ha, sure. You are a prostitute. Want to tell me you always took it up the ass?" She chuckled as well.

"No, I'm virgin there as well. You also win if you get your cock up there. And you played me, didn't you? Do you think I would have ever lost a game? I am a prostitute that requires you to beat me in a game. And I only lost three times. Two of those times to you." John was tempted to ask for the third, but a hunch told him better not to ask.

"Alright, so when do we start the game?" He asked and she laughed again.

"Now. Go ahead. Show me what you can do. But you have to answer me some questions, even if they sound weird, while you do what you gotta do." He knew he would regret it, but John agreed. Not vocally or in any form, but he just did not refuse. After all, with all the crazy stuff going on right now, he wouldn't want to run into a deal with this devil.