The room erupted into a mix of laughter and playful jeers, the tension dissolving into a heady mix of camaraderie and competition. The women exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with mischief and admiration for Eleanor's boldness.
Brittany, her red dress clinging to her curves, suddenly turned her attention to me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Dexter…" she said, her voice light but commanding, "why don't you tell us… Whom do you like best among us women?"
She gestured to the group, her smile teasing. "You are the only male here…" she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "who will you choose… to spend the night with?"
The room fell into a hushed silence, all eyes locked on me, waiting for my answer. I felt the weight of their gazes, the heat of their expectations, but I didn't break my character. I stood tall, my posture rigid, my voice respectful and firm.
