Malfoid loses and pays her forfeit standing up in the middle of the room without waiting to be told what it is.

MalfoidThe dress. You were going to ask and I would rather cut four minutes of pretending out of the evening.

That is how the game stops being a game: not the dress, but the way she says it, as if she has been waiting all night for somebody to make her.

MioneThat is not a forfeit. That is a request.