My pants or the exemption?
Pants
I looked around the tables, at my clothes lying there and at the last two cards. 50 percent chance of escaping, 50 percent chance of being completely naked in front of people for the first time since this started. Really completely naked from head to toe. All the previous times I still had socks, now nothing.
With slightly shaking hands, and a knot in my stomach, I took out my last card and handed it to the girls. This one took it, looked at it and giggled. Excruciatingly slowly she turned it around ..... Pants.
"Shit," I thought, "50 percent chance and I'll get the wrong one." To get rid of my ordeal, I quickly took off my pants. There I stood completely naked in front of two strangers, who strangely enough felt familiar.
"You know what that means. The last one is blank, you didn't take it, so you have to do a forfeit for us. What shall we have you do?"
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