Bugs lost the round!

{if@ Opponent's Pile = 3}Bugs gave another long laugh, her shoulders rising and falling slowly as her expression remained otherwise static, with its big, plastered grin. "Good, Redd! I was afraid ya'd be too scared and pull your punches. It's so hard to find someone who'll treat me as an equal, on the battlefield or anywhere else, y'know? I really appreciate that. Honest, I do."

"What's there to be scared of in a friendly game of Blackjack? I'm pleased you're being so hospitable," Robin responded with a polite bow and a smile.

"Exactly. I knew ya weren't the type to judge by appearances. Anyway, this is strip blackjack. So I'm supposed to strip, right?"

"Unless you had something else you wanted to put up as collateral first. Just know that the opening bet is rather high."

"Ah, right. My tank, then."

"Your.... tank?"

"That's right. You ain't too good for a tank, are ya?" Bugs asked, pointing one thumb over her shoulder at the most massive of the tanks in the Soldiers of Fortune's lineup. It looked pretty thoroughly coated with what Robin hoped was rust and not bloodstains. There appeared to be a few window slots for turrets to stick out, but the main attraction was the giant, long barrel on the main turret up top, presumably designed to fire hefty tank shells. "The old gal still runs like a beaut. I don't use it for much besides sleepin' inside these days, though."

"You sleep inside a tank?' Robin asked, smiling awkwardly. She knew a few people at the Hard Luck who'd slept in their cars before, but that was something else entirely. She also figured if Bugs spent that much time in her tank, it might also explain why she had a pasty goth complexion despite the climate.

"Yeah. Nothing's more comfortable than where you're most familiar, right? Anyway, I'll just shack up somewhere else for a bit, heh heh. Or take it back when I beat you. One way or another. Speaking of which, let's get the next hand dealt. I'm chompin' at the bit." She bit down on the calloused knuckles of one hand, wearing a big grin despite her loss.{elseif Opponent's Pile = 2}"You may be the first person to ever take two wins off of me in anything, Redd. He he he," Bugs chuckled, looking pleased as she wiped another string of drool from her lips with the back of her fist. "I guess you're takin' more off of me than just wins, eh?"

"That's right. I'd imagine your impressive battle record means your clothing ought to go for a lot, huh?" Robin teased.

"This dusty old stuff? I doubt it. We mercs don't get fan clubs," she responded. "Now you sit there and be nice and patient, because this stuff takes a while to get off-"

"Not with my help it doesn't," Betty laughed, flying from Robin's shoulder and giving her a wink. "Come on Colline, let's get to it! She's a big girl, this is going to be a two woman job." The two cooperated to begin whipping black leather and metal pieces from the merc's biker ensemble, starting with her helmet, revealing the rest of her shaggy, tangled black hair.

Bugs swung her arms in a series of dangerous hooks, trying to hit what she could only assume were some sort of super-powered gnats or mischievous fairies. "What the hell is that, mate? How you doin' that?" she snarled, clapping her hands together so hard that it made everyone in the ring of mercenaries surrounding the two of them jump, with a sound like thunder. As she pulled her hands apart, her gloves magically slipped themselves off. Just as she was about to ask the same question again, she suddenly fell back on her ass, then found her legs lifted up so that her heavy boots could be slipped off, along with the socks beneath, revealing her rather meaty, bare toes.

"You'd look good with black nail polish, I think. You should try it!" Robin recommended.

"Huh?" Bugs questioned, barely hearing her as she focused on the fact that her tight motorcycle pants were being pulled down her very plump legs with great difficulty. As she grabbed those to make it stop, the same forces lifted her slightly, yanking off the motorcycle jacket she was half-wearing. Finally, they flipped her onto her stomach to finish dragging off the pants to her ankles. The girl growled, attempting to get back up to her knees, then felt her leather dominatrix corset pop, spilling out the massive load of her milky-colored, bouncing breasts.

With all the damage done, she was left in just a black, strapless bra and a matching panty set, although with her belly in the front and her cheeks wedging it up in the back, it was hard to make out any of the details. She looked basically bottomless from most angles and a large-sized tramp stamp stood out just below the small of her back, depicting a sharp-winged version of the Soldiers' coin-biting skull. The size of her ass-cheeks was ridiculous, and both shoulder guardians quickly vacated the area, lest Bugs fall backwards and sit on them.

"I didn't know you was magic, Redd!" Bugs huffed, a little uncharacteristically red-faced as she dusted off her legs. "That explains how ya did all that to Flowers, I s'pose. But I'll show ya there's things in the world scarier than magic."

Betty and Colline were both panting with exertion as they flipped back onto Robin's shoulders. "I think maybe we need to talk about a weight limit for future opponents," Betty groaned.

"Tis quite a workout," Colline agreed.{elseif Opponent's Pile = 1}"You got another one off of me? Hrrrgh... I wanna study you, Redd, and figure out how you're doin' it. Shame our game's gonna be so short. Should'a brought a second tank," Bugs grumbled. "Even now, you ain't worried I'm gonna crush your skull in both me hands?"

"You said you need to taste someone to know whether you can trust them? Well, I'm the same way with card games. It allows me to test people's limits. Whatever your karmic counter might say, I can tell you're not going to fly off your chain while you're still having fun playing and learning the game," Robin answered, wearing a challenging smile. "Or am I wrong?"

"You're right, heh heh... Now let me just-" Bugs started, then raised both hands in surprise as some unseen devil popped her bra out for her. Her huge breasts bounced in the open air, now showing their large-sized nipples, pierced with silver studs. The creamy surface of each breast was dotted here and there with obvious beauty marks, like the rest of her body. "Well. There they are," she laughed, scratching at her hair with one hand awkwardly.

"Are you the bashful type?" Robin asked.

"Do I look it? I ain't coverin' em up, am I?" Bugs answered, lowering her arms to her side. "Though, you try showin' the girls in front of all your mates. It'll make you a little hot, no matter who ya are, even a tough gal like yours truly. That said, when I think of you feelin' the same way... it makes me wanna play another round, it does..." she chuckled, now using both fists in alternating swipes to get the drool away from her lips. {elseif Opponent's Pile = 0}Bugs eyes widened as she slouched her shoulders further, her lips trembling slightly. "I ain't ever been beaten in nothin'. Guess this is a lesson in pickin' the game that's best for ya. Boss always said I should leave the thinkin' to her," she muttered, staring unblinking down at the card table.

"It's not strategy so much as the luck of the draw, Bugs. You played a good game," Robin encouraged her. "Besides, there are lessons in defeat."

"Lessons you should learn playin' without a betting pool first, I think," Bugs mused. She didn't protest as the angel and devil grabbed her panties from either side, beginning the arduous task of wiggling them down the girth of her legs. They'd gone about three good heaves down before the panties gave up, simply snapping on one band so that they became a useless string. Now freed from her glutes, it was apparent they'd once been a thong.

The woman's look was relatively unchanged with the panties off, so Betty did everyone the service of lifting up the merc's belly for a moment, showing them the spot between her legs where a bush matching her untamed mop up top lay. "Your fairies or whatever they is are gettin' awfully handsy," Bugs protested, slapping her belly back down with one hand and sending Betty flying, unseen, in the process.{endif}