Keep the pair of sevens

“My hand is three times as good, so I need three cards.”

“You mean it needs three times as much help,” Claire responds, picking up her new card. She stares at the back of the card, as if she can dictate its value with her mind and then flips it over: an ace of diamonds. “Oh, no,” Claire mutters, the rest of her hand dropping to the ground to reveal four spades.

You don’t even need to look at the rest of your cards. The pair of sevens you show Claire is enough. “I guess your hand wasn’t able to deal me after all.”

“But…” Claire stammers. “I was so close.”

“Time to pay up, Claire,” you say, waiting for her to drop her panties. Glaring at you, Claire lifts her butt off the ground and slides her panties down her legs. She is still sitting with her legs open, giving you a good view of her pussy surrounded with thin, light brown hairs.

"I was so close..." Claire mutters again.

“Do you want another chance?” you ask her, an idea forming in your mind. Claire pauses and looks at you with an interested expression. “If you had won that hand it would have been three boxes of cookies, right? We'll play more hand. If I lose, I’ll buy six boxes. If I win, I get to feel the loser’s body.”