John

You scan the table. You have two pair. That's enough to win sometimes.

Alaina has nothing. If she hadn't been **** into playing by the fact that she's left in her panties, she definitely would have folded. She sits now, one leg crossed over the other, her arms crossed over her chest to prevent John from ogling her, as futile as that is.

The dealer has only a single pair. If you were him, you wouldn't have gone in either, but apparently he thought it was worthwhile. He risked it either to stop John from winning, you guess, or to gamble to get the chance to dare Alaina himself.

Your heart sinks as your gaze crosses the table to John's cards. With the cards he's revealed and the cards on the table, you count a combined full house. John's hand crushes everyone else's at the table, and he knows it. He has an evil look in his eye, a thousand possibilities racing through his head.

Alaina looks thoroughly revolted, as if she's going to vomit on the spot, but she maintains her composure.