Not without making a play of her own.

The blonde woman took upon her a look of disgust. She had hoped to humiliate Roslyn with her commands. While the videos captured of her ecstasy would shame Roslyn when her senses returned, for now she won the Man in Green's pleasure.

“It’s not fair! She wouldn’t listen to me.” The blonde woman began. “Why do you get to have all the fun.” She teasingly cloyed at the Man in Green.

“You didn’t win her,” the Man in Green answered flatly.

“Then let me try and win her off you,” the blonde woman goaded him. “Unless you’re afraid to lose your star prize.” She gave a disinterested look in Roslyn’s direction.

“You’ll have to bid in return,” the Man in Green answered carefully.

“And if I lose, you’ll have your way with me?" The blonde woman giggled as she spoke, clearly excited by the prospect of being ravaged by the Man in Green. Roslyn’s shaky composure steeled into rage. This blonde stranger was trying to steal the influence of her Green-eyed King. Internally, she begged him not to fall for this stupid ploy to get in his pants. But despite her desires, the Man in Green assented as Roslyn shuddered in disgust. Her time on the table was over, she’d been won. She was out of play. Or so she thought. “Onto the table,” the Man in Green instructed Roslyn. Reluctantly, she pulled herself up on the table again. This time she did not waste energy covering her tits or pussy, and planted herself firmly in the center for all to see, still dripping with sweat and smelling of sex.

“You as well,” the Man in Green directed, more cordially to the blonde woman who was not yet his.

“Slow down handsome, I need to get my cards first,” the blonde woman laughed. As the dealer dealt hands to each of the players, the blonde woman walked over to the Man in Green and slipped a set of keys into his lap.

“These are for my hotel room upstairs,” she whispered in his ear. “For you to take what you want.” The Man in Green smiled but did not answer. The blonde woman grabbed her cards from the table. She continued to giggle as she climbed up the table. The game she had made with the Man in Green was clearly delighting her. Once up on the table the blonde woman jostled Roslyn to make space. Despite the fun she was having, she made no secret of her disgust of Roslyn. The scent of Roslyn’s sex mixed with her own expensive perfume as they pressed against each other above the table. Unlike Roslyn she had not lost her clothes when she took to the table, so the exercise felt more like a fun joke than a mortifying spectacle.

The other players at the table folded, uninterested in winning these unusual prizes. The dealer dealt out the first three cards, and the blonde woman squealed with pleasure.

“I hope you’ve got a good hand or you’ll be going home alone,” she teased at the Man in Green.

Roslyn begged to the high heavens that Man in Green did not lose. She did not want to be thrown into possession of this woman who clearly had no interest in her. What awaited her if the Man in Green lost terrified Roslyn.

The dealer continued to deal out the cards as both players forwent upping the existing bids.

Finally the dealer played the last card.

“Looks like you’ve lost your pet,” the blonde woman mocked playfully as she held out a full house.