Summer Ford's game is actually quite challenging.
First, one must have tasted many types of wine and have a refined palate for each.
She wasn't afraid to play this with him; if they truly tasted a glass one by one, even if Snor Fairchild managed to guess correctly, he'd likely be too drunk by then.
If he was to get drunk, it wouldn't matter if she spent a night with him.
This was Summer Ford's plan; she wasn't afraid of losing, as losing meant no real loss to her.
Snor Fairchild stared at her impassively for a moment, seemingly hesitating.
He actually knew that she was setting a trap for him, yet he readily agreed to play along, "Let's begin!"
Summer Ford stood up and went to the center of the dining table, handing him the first glass of wine.
Snor Fairchild held the glass and first took a sniff, seemingly trying to guess based on the aroma.
Summer Ford stood beside him, watching him intently without showing any emotion.
