"What it means is, you'll have to do anything I or anyone dares you to do, Lui. No exceptions, no complaints, no excuses."
Artis declared, his grin widening like a wolf eyeing a cornered rabbit.
"Same goes for questions—you'll answer everything. No dodging, no half-truths. Full disclosure, no matter how fucked up or embarrassing."
Lui's breathing turned erratic, like a deer caught in headlights. His brain screamed at him to run, but his feet stayed glued to the floor.
"So..."
Artis continued, leaning back casually like he wasn't holding the man's entire dignity hostage.
"If I dared Mommy to dance, she'd have to dance. If I told her to strip, she'd strip. And if I told her to kiss me..."
He let the words hang, his eyes flicking between Juliana and Lui, savoring the tension like a perfectly aged whiskey.
"Well, then she'd have to fucking kiss me. No questions asked."
