Meghan texts back immediately

You hang your head, and make your way to the table, but you barely get sat down before Jenna's phone jingles. She opens the message, and throws her head back in laughter. "She says 'OMG, I always figured that guy had a tiny dick, but holy shit. The girls are gonna die. Cute panties btw'"

"Oh Jesus." you exclaim, your cheeks turning a bright red, as all three of them laugh raucously. You try not to think of all the people that she could be sending that picture to, but it doesn't stem your utter humiliation. Jenna slowly shuffles and deals the cards, the mischievous smile never leaving her face.

"I have an idea" she says. "One more hand, winner take all, sort of. If you beat any of us this hand, you get your clothes back, and whoever you beat loses theirs. If you lose to any of us, you have to do one, final forfeit."

"And if I say no?"

"We tie you up outside with those panties around your ankles for everyone driving by to see. So, what'll it be?"