Play strip poker

You take your seat at the poker table, eyeing the plastic tiara placed ceremoniously at the center. The sisters arrange themselves around you, giggling and exchanging playful insults about each other's poker faces. Hannah's memories float to the surface—she's played cards with the softball team many times, but never strip poker.

Vicki shuffles the deck with practiced ease. "Five-card draw, jacks or better to open. Lowest hand loses a piece. Ready, ladies?"

You feel Hannah's athletic body respond to the challenge, heart quickening with competitive energy. Madison sits across from you, her gaze lingering a second too long. Brooke settles beside you, her shoulder brushing against yours.

"Deal me in," you say, leaning forward with Hannah's confidence.

The first few hands go smoothly. You lose once, removing Hannah's hoodie with a theatrical flourish that makes Brooke bite her lip. The second time you fold early, sacrificing a sock rather than risking more. You're playing the long game.

"God, I forgot how good you are at this," Jenna mutters after you win your third hand, forcing her to remove her shorts. "Remind me never to play against the athlete again."

"Just lucky," you reply, but you're methodically tracking cards, reading tells. Hannah's memories help—you know that Alyssa always touches her hair before bluffing, that Vicki squints slightly with good cards.

An hour passes. The pile of discarded clothing grows. You're down to just Madison's stolen panties and Hannah's sports bra, but you're in better shape than most. Brooke sits in just her underwear, pouting playfully after her last loss.

"Full house," Madison declares, slapping her cards down triumphantly.

"Fuck," groans a sophomore named Taylor, unhooking her bra with resignation.

You study your cards—two pair, kings and tens. Not terrible, but not enough. You fold gracefully, reaching behind to unclasp Hannah's sports bra.

"Wait," Brooke interrupts, eyes narrowing at a sister named Delaney. "She's counting cards. Look at how she's arranging her chips!"

Delaney flushes crimson. "I am not!"

"House rules," Madison declares, standing to her full height despite wearing only a thin camisole. "Cheaters strip completely and are out."

The distraction works perfectly. While everyone watches Delaney's shamefaced exit, you exchange your lowest card for one peeking from the bottom of the deck—a maneuver you'd perfected in your own body years ago.

Three more rounds pass. The competition thins as sisters drop out, until only you, Madison, and a junior named Rachel remain. Rachel loses the next hand, removing her last garment with a dramatic bow before collapsing onto the couch to watch the final showdown.

"Just us now," Madison says, eyes glittering as she deals the final hand.

You look at your cards—garbage. But Hannah's face remains impassive.

"I'm all in," you declare, pushing forward an imaginary stack of chips.

Madison hesitates, studying Hannah's face for tells. "Call."

You lay down your worthless hand with absolute confidence.

Madison blinks, then bursts out laughing as she reveals her winning pair of queens. "Bluffing to the end! I respect it, but—" she gestures to Hannah's last garment. "Rules are rules."

"Wait," Brooke interrupts, swaying slightly as she stands. "Those aren't Hannah's panties."

The room goes silent. You feel all eyes on the black lace—distinctly not Hannah's usual practical cotton.

"Are those... Madison's?" Jenna asks incredulously.

Before you can respond, Madison claps her hands. "And we have our winner by default! Cheaters forfeit, and wearing the president's underwear definitely counts as cheating."

She picks up the plastic tiara, placing it on her own head with mock solemnity as the room erupts in laughter and protests.

"As your queen," Madison announces, "I command a royal audience with Hannah and Brooke. In my chambers. Immediately."

The sisters whoop and holler as Madison extends her hands to both of you. Brooke's eyes are wide with excitement and ****, her fingers immediately intertwining with Madison's.

"Coming?" Madison asks you, her other hand outstretched.

You realize with a jolt that you've created the perfect opportunity—not just to fulfill your pledge task, but to explore Hannah's body in ways you never imagined.