Yep

You giggle at Milly's naughty suggestion and agree, the fox's special wine helping you to discard your inhibitions.

After all, you're both girls right? It's not like you've got something she hasn't seen before. Besides, you've been on a hot streak all night. There's no chance you'd lose to her.

You pick up the dice and roll... all ones. Crap! Milly smirks at your misfortune and then makes her own roll, soundly defeating you.

You sigh and stand up on wobbly legs, and shimmy out of your pants. "Oh well, at least now they can dry," you think as you sit back down, showing off your most treasured possession, a pair of black spider silk panties - complete with an adorable little spider pattern. They are meant for a much slimmer woman than you, which has the untended effect of making your butt look even shapelier, but you love the way they feel, and you don't even want to start on what you had to go through to get them in the first place.

You pick up the dice and roll... all ones again. Milly laughs at your bad luck and rolls, beating you once again.

This time you untie your corset and toss it aside, exposing your soft, untoned tummy. You've always been embarrassed by it, but it seems like no matter what you did, you could never get rid of the extra fat there.

You pick the dice back up, confident that your luck is about to turn around, but fortune has deserted you, and your soon sitting completely naked on the ground, trying to cover your body. Your face is red and both of you are laughing at your streak of bad luck.

Milly stands up and starts walking towards you. You reach out to pick up your panties and get dressed when she puts her foot down on them.

"Just what do you think your doing?" Milly says, her tone becoming much more serious.

You give her a confused look and tell her you were going to get dressed, now that the game was over.

"Oh no you aren't," says Milly, starring right back at you. "The rules were 'the loser gives up a piece of clothing,' we never said anything about getting them back."

You try to protest, but you're still quite drunk and having trouble expressing your thoughts. You sputter and slur as Milly methodically gathers up your clothes and dumps them in her oversized backpack.

"Well, how am I supposed to get them baaaaaack?!" you finally manage to say in a voice that sounds much more pathetic and whinier than intended.

Milly gives you a downright predatory smile. "What else could you bet?"