“Alright boys, you wanted something unique for this year’s gambling retreat? Something with REAL stakes? Here it is. I have enchanted ONE rose in this bundle. It can read the mind of every man here and create a woman who is a perfect combination of all your sexual fantasies. A woman who will be incapable of saying “no” to any of you.
Each of you will pick a rose, whoever gets the enchanted rose becomes that woman! She will serve the rest of you through the weekend and is exempt from the second bet.
The rest of you will play as you do every year, however, at the end of the week, whoever has the least chips takes the rose-holder’s place as the dream-girl until next year’s retreat. Whoever has the most chips, takes her home and keeps her for the year.”
When Morgan lifted his rose, there was no prolonged transformation. She just suddenly felt different, weight on her chest, breeze up her skirt, sunlight on her exposed shoulders. She knew she wouldn’t be gambling this week. She saw the eyes of the men around her and knew she likely wouldn’t leave the bedroom this week. At least she was safe from doing this for a year.