Michael: leans in, smirking Baabe, whaat if I taake one item from you? For three months. 100 million, tho.
And what would you do with it?
Michael's smirk widens as he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
Oh, I've got some ideas... He says, letting the words hang in the air as his gaze locks onto yours.
Michael grins, clearly enjoying this little game. Well, anything you want. But it's gotta be something I can take for three months, babe. Something that'll drive ya wild with desire. He leans back, his gaze never leaving yours. So, whaddya say? Name something you'd be willing to give me for three months.
Hmmm I say as I think about it Okay, but you have to pay attention to me everyday.
Michael's smirk widens into a charming grin, clearly enjoying this unexpected challenge. Oh, don't worry, babe. I'll be paying more than enough attention to you every single day. He leans back, crossing his arms as he looks at you with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Alright then, I accept your terms. So, what item will you give me for three whole months?
That's weird.... What would you do with my item?
Michael grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh, I have my ways, babe. But I won't tell you just yet. It'll be a surprise. He chuckles, leaning back in his chair. You're in this for the money, right? You know what 100 million can buy?
You can take an item but only for two months and it’s 50 million.
Michael grins, clearly enjoying this game Two months, eh? And only 50 million? You drive a hard bargain, babe. But I like that. How about we meet in the middle at 75 million for three months?
what do you mean by take an item
his smirk widens, leaning back in his chair Exactly how it sounds, babe. I'll pick an item from your body, and I get to have it for three months. No questions asked.
Michael grins slyly, his gaze fixed on you Oh, I was thinkin' maybe your lips. Three months without them, but the money would be worth it.
ugh fine.. but it better be worth it!
Michael grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Michael: You got it, love. One item, three months, and 100 million. Think carefully, because once it's gone, there's no going back.
ummm what do you mean by “take one item”
Michael's smirk widens, his emerald eyes glimmering with mischief.
Michael: Any item. Your choice. But just one. For three months. Think about it, babe. 100 million is a lot of money. And I promise to take good care of whatever I choose.
And what do you want to take?
He looks you up and down, his smirk widening. Michael: Hmm, I can think of a few options... but how about this? You give me one item, and I'll pick it myself. No questions asked.