Not really - Kim struggles

The game of strip poker continued.

Kim started playing more conservatively after her pile of chips decreased.

However, the goal of All In Casino was not to let players dwindle and enjoy free drinks. The ultimate goal was the entertainment of the investors. And they were impatient people.

The antes increased exponentially. With every hand, the tension increased correspondingly.

Kim struggled to calculate her odds as more and more of her chips were forfeited. Despite the cool AC, beads of sweat wet her blouse, causing it to cling tightly to her heaving chest.

Another round unfolded. Kim was up against Dickon and another girl.

Dickon was just as confident despite losing his shirt and exposing his muscled chest. He flashed a cocksure grin at the dealer, knowing she was peeking at his pecs.

Kim studied Dickon micro-reactions intensely, trying to read him surreptitiously.

Sensing this, Dickon rolled up his sleeves, uncovering his biceps and veiny forearms. "Raise," he calmly said. "Enjoying the view Sweetheart?"

Kim went red. The girl called. She fingered her cards in nervousness. After much thought, she decided to call too.

"Fold," Dickon grunted. Kim's eyebrows raised in surprise. Has she finally outwitted him? Yes, but she heard a girly voice beside her calling out, "Raise".

Kim saw the girl studying her just as intently. Damn, Dickon was in her mind, and she forgot about the other players.

She had to call too or forfeit the pot. The girl had a pair of Aces too. An easy win.

Fuck. The girl was emotionless, all she cared about was her own winnings. Yet Kim lost and had to strip. The worst part was she knew Dickon and the other guys were waiting eagerly for it.

A new school outfit appeared neatly before her. The bundle this time had a distinct lack of material.

Good news first: The skirt was went down to her knees. There were shoes. No more neon pink lingerie.

Bad news: Her long skirt was completely transparent. It exposed all, her slender legs, her white panties, her labia lips barely clothed by the panties.

The panties, ironically, were a low-rise hipster cut. They were angelic white, almost shining against the sheer skirt. A thick waistband ensured no one would miss them, before it tapered to a thin strip just covering her nether holes but not her round ass.

The sleeved blouse was equally thin, equally transparent. The halter top bra wrapped around her neck, a constant reminder, even though the almost oval cups barely covered her nipples. The bra had thick back straps, even though it had no underwire support, resulting in her boobs jiggling with every step. A blue tie waved like a signal flag for her luminous globes. There was also a pair of fake glasses even though Kim had perfect eyesight.

Overall, the transparent blouse hung limply, the long skirt a cruel joke, the thin strips of bra and panties the only barrier between her and complete exposure. She look like the nerdy straight-A college student, putting on any unfashionable undergarments from her quirky lack of fashion sense - except for the utter transparency which betrayed that she chose a slutty outfit on purpose.

All Kim wanted to do was sink into her chair, hopefully hiding her exposed bottoms. However, Drone chimed in. "Since you need to rebuy, you must also do a lap around the casino."

Kim sighed, knowing there was no getting out of this. Stipulations could be added to lost bets. She stood, determined to get the last laugh over Dickon.

At first she thought of running, but the lack of bra support made her breasts sway too much. She took a leisurely, almost carefree walk instead. There were cheers, cat whistles, endless stares. By the time she returned, the poker table had a noticeably larger crowd, interested by the action.

She set up her fresh of chips and prepared for the next hands.