Samara Walker is fluid in flirting and she knows it. But that doesn't stop the world from questioning her skills. So when an opportunity in the from of a bet knocks, it doesn't take more than a blink of an eye for her to be in it to prove herself.
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THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND OLIVIADIAZ, or at least that's what she thinks. And this very delusion has lead us to this scene. As Samara glanced around the room, she noticed the tension thickening with each passing moment. Liv's aura exuded an air of expectancy, while Lorena Smith appeared more than ready to delve into whatever legalities lay ahead. It was an odd mix, Samara thought, to be discussing legal matters in the opulent living room of the Diaz mansion with a group of teenagers. But then again, Liv was known for her unconventional ways.
"Alright, let's cut to the chase," Liv said, her tone business-like. "Samara, you made a bet with me. And according to the terms we agreed upon, if you succeed in making 7 random guy fall head-over-heels for you, I'll owe you a favour. However, if you fail, you owe me a favor."
Samara nodded, the weight of the situation sinking in. She had been so caught up in the thrill of the bet that she hadn't fully considered the consequences of failure. But now, faced with the reality of it all, she knew she couldn't back down.
"And what, pray tell, are these favors?" Max interjected, his curiosity piqued.
Liv smirked, enjoying the attention. "Ah, the favors. Well, they're not to be taken lightly. They could range from something as simple as running an errand to something... more significant."
Samara gulped, her mind racing with possibilities. What could Liv possibly ask of her if she failed?
"And as for the legal aspect of it," Liv continued, gesturing to Lorena Smith, "we've drawn up a contract outlining the terms of our agreement. It's all very official."
Lorena Smith handed out copies of the contract to each of them, and Samara scanned the document quickly. It was filled with legal jargon that she could barely comprehend, but she understood the gist of it. This bet was serious business.
"Now, all we need is for you to sign on the dotted line," Liv said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Samara hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. But then she remembered the rush she felt when she made the bet in the first place, the thrill of the challenge. And she knew she couldn't resist.
With a steady hand, she picked up the pen and signed her name at the bottom of the contract. There was no turning back now.
"Excellent," Liv said, clapping her hands together. "Let the games begin."
And with that, the stage was set. Samara had entered into a high-stakes game with Liv Diaz, and the outcome was anyone's guess. But one thing was certain: it was going to be one hell of a ride.
As the ink dried on the contract, Samara couldn't shake off the feeling of apprehension that settled in the pit of her stomach. She had just signed herself up for a rollercoaster of emotions, and there was no turning back now.
"So, let me get this straight," Max piped up, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're telling me that Samara here has to go on a series of dates with seven different guys, one after the other, and she can't tell them that it's all part of a stupid bet until she's dated all of them?"
