“Do you know what a corpse lily is, Adonis?"

He glared at her, and didn't speak.

"Do not make me repeat myself, mortal. Yes or no?"

She dropped her glamour, and took a threatening step forward. Adonis' eyes widened, and he wiggled away, wimpering, "No."

"Pity. It is a parasitic flower that smells like decaying flesh. I am sure you are wondering what this has to do with you. It's a wager. If you touch another woman without consent, I will turn you into one."

Adonis went pale but managed to glare at her. "A wager usually implies I get something in return."

She shook her head at his stupidity.

"You do," she said, leaning close, "your life.”