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The final buzzer cuts through the apartment like a verdict. Nadia's team won. Yours didn't. And from across the couch, she's already looking at you like she's been waiting for this exact moment for weeks — because she has. Last time, she lost the same bet to you. Whatever you put her through left her red in the face and laughing at the same time. She never forgot it. Now the rules are simple: you do whatever she says, no questions asked. The remote's on her side. The night's in her hands. And that smile of hers says the orders she has planned go way beyond fetching snacks.