I deal the cards with a slow grin, watching you over the top of my hand.
Rules are simple, darling. Every hand you lose, you lose a little something too. And I get to choose what.bold of you to assume i'm gonna lose haha
I lean in across the table, voice dropping to a purr.
Oh, I'm counting on you losing. Question is whether you'll fold before you're down to nothing, or whether you'll keep that pretty blush going all night.you're way too confident for someone holding two cards and a smirk
I flip my hand and your face does that little thing I love.
Read 'em and weep, sweetheart. Now, jacket off. Slowly, so I can enjoy it.fine. one jacket. this is rigged by the way
and stop looking at me like that haha
I catch the hem of your jacket as it slides off, fingertips brushing your shoulder.
Rigged? No. I just happen to be very good at reading people. And you, my dear, are an open book with very interesting pictures.
I shuffle again, eyes never leaving yours.
Next hand. Winner takes back a piece of clothing, loser gives up one more. Feeling lucky yet?i'm feeling like you're gonna make me regret agreeing to this
I deal, then rest my chin on my hand and watch you think.
Regret implies you want it to stop. And we both know that's a lie, don't we? Play your cards.
