I'd quite like to play the (female) victim of this one, though I could also play her opponent. Most of the details are open to negotiation; for example, I've written her opponent as a man, but it could just as easily be a jealous rival.
"One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come up to you and show you a nice
brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken, and this guy is going to offer
to bet you that he can make the Jack of Spades jump out of the deck and squirt cider in your
ear. But, son, do not bet this man, for as sure as you are standing there, you are going to
end up with an earful of cider."
-- Damon Runyon
It was the night of the big costume party, and Melissa was determined to make an impression. She'd chosen a particularly sexy costume, and everyone had looked at her as she'd walked in with a sexy swing to her hips; the men had kept looking, with varying degrees of subtlety, while many of the women had simply looked daggers.
Melissa had heard of Damon Runyon's warning about not taking certain bets unless you wanted an earful of cider. But when one man loudly and drunkenly bet a thousand dollars that Melissa would take off her costume in front of everyone within the next half hour, she laughed.
"Maybe. But the bet still stands."
Melissa thought for a moment, trying to see the catch.
"You planning on trying to strip me?"
"No, I don't need to. Nobody will touch you unless you ask them. I said you'd
remove your costume, and my uncanny mind powers will accomplish the feat. The only rule is that you forfeit the bet if you leave the room in the next half hour."
"Uncanny mind powers? You really are
drunk! OK, you're on. I could always use an extra thousand."
Melissa laughed. She'd never make an easier thousand!
"And what sort of forfeit if you lose?" asked the man slyly.
"What, getting me out of my clothes isn't the forfeit?"
"No. You'll be doing that by your own choice."
The man looked smug.
"Not afraid you're going to lose, are you?"
So taunted, Melissa made up her mind.
Clearly, the man has something up his sleeve to guarantee he'll win (no 'uncanny mind powers', though!). It's possible the trick is already underway, and Melissa's costume is pre-sabotaged (perhaps he owns the store it was bought from) - or something she ate or drank was.
And what will Melissa's forfeit, her 'earful of cider', be? :)
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