Cher laughed hysterically clapping her hands together, âThatâs what you get for being mean to me.â She joked, picking up the dice and throwing it. The dice landed on 3 and it didnât have a ladder nor a snake. She moved her chip turning to Harry. âHow about we heat this game up if I win youâll be my personal butler for a day and if you win, what do you want?â She said, waiting for his condition.
A chuckle escaped his lips, not believing what he just heard. "Your personal butler?" He asked while pulling his eyebrows up, pressing his lips together while thinking. "Should be my slave.." He said while moving his eyebrows up and down at her while picking up the dice again, throwing it and watching it land on four.Â












