Higher - Chloe loses

Will gulped nervously. Chloe's eight didn't fill him with confidence. Still, it could be worse. He reached for the deck and drew the next card.

Ten.

Relief washed through his body and he almost screamed in triumph. "YES!" he shouted. He leapt up from the table and pumped his fists into the air. Across from him, Chloe's face was ashen as the full weight of her defeat seemed to crush her. She didn't look up, just stared at the cards in front of her. Eventually, she met Will's gaze. Her eyes were almost pleading, but there was no way out. Nothing she could do, nowhere to hide. Two defeats in a row had utterly humbled her.

Chloe couldn't speak. She couldn't move. Somehow, the feeling of her nakedness was even more acute. She was so aware of her bare soles on the floor, her ass cheeks on the chair, her back, her legs, everything. And she had just thrown away the tiny shred of dignity she had left.

Will stopped celebrating when he realised Chloe wasn't moving. "Hurry up then," he complained. "Stand up and let's have a proper look at you."