I Have to Queue as a Duo with Her Highness

Only one luxury booth for two remains in the packed internet café, forcing him to squeeze into its cramped space with a hot-tempered, haughty heiress. She orders him around. Though he only wants a quiet game, he accepts her solo-match wager and crushes her with wildly inventive moves. The once-superior heiress now blushes and grits her teeth. In the dim booth, he slowly moves closer, his breath brushing her ear, and proposes a condition that makes her heart skip a beat…