Her Armor

Hilda sits there for a moment, trying to think of something, when Milly chimes in.

"What about that?" She asks as she point over at Hilda's armor. "I'll even be generous, if you wager that and win, I'll give everything else back."

She quickly agrees, grabbing the dice and making a roll. The dice clink away in the bowl and come up as an 11!

The knight shouts with joy and raises her arms over her head, flashing her bountiful breasts at her opponent. Milly smiles and then picks up the dice.

"Looks like that's going to be pretty tough to beat," she says as she cups the dice in her hand and blows on them. She shakes the dice and throws them into the bowl, coming up with... a 12!

Hilda pulls at her hair in frustration, and lets forth a string of expletives.

"Tough luck," Milly says as she gathers up the armor and dumps it into the bag as well. If she weren't so distracted (and drunk) Hilda might have found it rather strange that Milly's bag wasn't getting any larger, despite how much stuff she was putting in it.

Instead, Hilda's busy wracking her brain over how she could possibly recover from this latest setback.

There's no way I could ever think of just giving up now, just think of the scandal!

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to wager something else..." Milly says, barely containing her satisfaction at her opponent's predicament.