The young clerk laughed inwardly.
Elena was right about this one.
She was, indeed, more stupid than the other women they'd set their sights on.
She couldn't even see this truth right in front of her eyes, she would never catch on to Elena snatching her husband until it was too late.
Placing a hand on the counter, he scoffed irritably, "Really? Losing your valuables the other day wasn't enough to wake you up? A wise person would walk away from such a degrading bet, but you actually went ahead and shook on it?"
"Alright then. It's your funeral. When videos of you dancing up here without clothes flood the internet tomorrow, just know you brought it upon yourself."
Ayla merely smiled and watched as several people stepped forward to write their IOUs which the young clerk eagerly handed them out.
"Don't be afraid, fellas. This is just a formality. I've worked here for several years now, so I know better than anything this woman is just all talk."
