"Well... I don't know if I want to let you off the hook just yet. I mean you seem to be doing OK as a goth." Jon remarked.
"The Fucking Hell I am! Do you have any idea how tight this Fucking Corset is!" Zoe shouted.
"Wow since when did you have such a short fuse? Anyway, here's what I propose. If you win, then you don't have to be a goth anymore. But if I win, then you get to not only be a goth, but a sexy goth. You'll wear all the skimpiest goth clothing and be very seductive whenever there's a male in the room."
"That's pretty steep," Zoe said. "This one better be fucking non-permanent. A week, tops. And I get to stop throwing myself at a guy before we go all the way. Deal?"
"OK, that's reasonable. You act and dress sexy for one week. You only have to act seductive, you don't actually have to go through with anything."
"All right. I don't have much fucking choice, now, do I? What's the bet?"
"Well, . . ."
