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Seychelles was cold. It was such a strange feeling, but she couldn't help it. A cold shiver ran down her back and her hands were shaking. She was desperate. She wanted to cry and beg for forgiveness, but it was too late. She had been too presumptuous and now she couldn't back down. Yet when she drew another card, she began to hope again. She could do it. She could win. Everything wasn't lost.
She kept a blank face, refraining from smiling.
But this light of hope disappeared as soon as Monaco showed her her own cards.
Royal Flush.
It was over. She had lost. Again.
“Your bra.”
Seychelles flushed suddenly. It was her last piece of clothes with her panties and she had no choice but to obey. She adverted her eyes, refusing to look at her girlfriend's victorious face.
No more strip poker after today, she swore to herself, glaring at Monaco who was still fully dressed.