Rex leaned against the rack with his arms crossed and looked at the targets that were still standing in the dim light of the courtyard.
"Easy rules," he said. "We all take a shot from the same line."
"Whoever hits closer to the center wins the round, and the loser has to..." He paused for just long enough for it to feel like he meant to. "...removes one piece of clothing from their body."
Diana looked at him for a second.
"Hmm... something's off," she said again slowly, as if she were making sure she had heard the words in the right order.
"It's just one piece of clothing per round." Rex said, "When there's nothing left to take off, the game is over, and we have a winner."
"Well, unless you want to make it have two options." Rex raised two fingers. "You can either take off one piece of clothing or make the loser fulfill your wishes."
