It's your turn to pick an item. Following Lord Death's lead you place your hand inside the large basket and begin to feel around. After a moment of looking you decide on something small, that feels like glass. You lift it from the basket, it's a shot sized bottle of alcohol. "This is a little odd. Who put this in the basket?"
"I did actually." Spirit stood from his seat next to Maka and began walking over to you with a smile on his face.
"Wait, you're going to play this game? What about mama?" Maka looked at the ground with a sad look on her face.
Spirit stopped dead in his tracks, his smile disappearing and looked back at Maka. "I won't play if you don't want me to. Do you not want me to?" His eyes were huge, he was obviously afraid to do anything that might upset his daughter.
"No, no. That's not how the game is played. You can't just go and quit because your little girl doesn't want you to play." Lord Death gave Spirit a shove towards the closet. "Now get in there, I'm sure you can behave for seven minutes." After getting you both inside the closet Death shut the door tight, locking it behind you.
"Right, I can be good for seven minutes. In the dark, alone, with a young, beautiful, lady." Spirit looked over at you through the darkness of the closet with a perverted grin. "Oh who am I kidding? I lost this war before it started." He laughed and threw his arms around you.
"Well that was fast, I actually thought you were going to try there for a second. I should have known better." You sighed.
"What? Come on now, I'm only following Lord Death's orders you know." He snuggled you closer and began nibbling at your ear. "Besides, it is only seven minutes, how bad could I possibly be in that short amount of time?" He slipped his hand under your shirt, heading straight for your bra.
"I'm thinking pretty bad. You seem to be moving plenty fast to me." You grabbed hold of his hand, moving it back to his own lap.
He immediately moved his hand back to you, but kept it above your shirt this time. "Okay, I'll try to be good. Just slap me if I do anything wrong. I probably won't notice if you try to stop me otherwise." Laughing he moved his mouth to your neck and kissed all over you. He pulled you on top of him and held you close, rubbing your entire back. You weren't really sure if you should stop him or not, he wasn't really doing anything wrong. You knew Maka would be mad, and then Spirit would be upset with himself. You decided to let him deal with that, it wasn't your fault he was a pervert. He was kissing your lips now and surprisingly he wasn't being pushy with you at all. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed back, happy he had been able to be decent.
The door slowly creaked open. "Well, that's a pleasant surprise. I left you alone with a girl, and it looks like you treated her right. I'm sure Maka will be proud." Death gave Spirit a thumbs up.
"Maka." Spirit jumped up from the closet floor and ran over to his daughter. He became flustered once the time to speak to her actually came. "H-hey honey, guess what? I was good in the closet. Isn't that great?"
"Yeah, I guess. It's just too bad you couldn't have learned that skill when you were still with mom." She snorted.
Spirit fell flat on his face. "Shot down again."