Matt wins, Miranda finally loses.

As the next hand is dealt, you find that your eyes aren't alone in their lechery. Everyone is stealing not-so-secret glances at Sarah's big, tan, gorgeous tits. Your heart burns as you watch Miranda become briefly hypnotized by them, then abruptly turn away and blink rapidly as if to reclaim her lost dignity. The sight is at once too sexy and too adorable for words.

Your gaze drifts to Nicole, who you catch making the exact same face, right down to the blinking and the cute, nervous smile. You're not sure exactly how that makes you feel.

"Nice!" Matt exclaims, laying down a set of three threes. "The triple-triple!"

Miranda giggles nervously, her red face blazing as bright as an electric stove. "Don't underestimate the single eight."

"Womp womp."

"Yes, thank you for that, Sarah."

Sarah laughs, and her boobs jiggle merrily.

Matt scoots forward on his knees. "At long last, the last shoe comes off." He waves his hand around in a circle before slowly descending to delicately cup Miranda's right sandal, gingerly sliding it off an inch at a time. "This..ritual..." he announces slowly. "...is...taking...too long." As soon as he sets the sandal aside, he quickly and unceremoniously pulls off the other. As he finishes, not much has changed - the bottoms of Miranda's feet are bare, that's all. But now, you all know that she only has two pieces of clothing left to lose. Under that dress is a bra that's yet to be seen, and nothing more. By the way she's acting, it's clear Miranda is acutely aware of that. But you're still not totally sure how she feels about it.

And, come to think of it, she's not the only one. You, Matt and Sarah all have only two pieces of clothing left, and Nicole has only three. Every round, you've been reminded of how close you are to seeing Miranda naked, and you only just realize she hadn't lost since then. Surely, that means the rest of her incredible body can't be far behind?

You guess you'll just have to wait and see.