Yes, its worth the risk.

Though that Star Wars' meme of, “it's a trap”, runs through your mind you decide to go for it, reasoning you'll lose more face backing down then standing up to this willful vixen, besides she really does deserve a good spanking.

“Alright.” You straighten you, “My place then?”

“Certainly not playing here.” Kyle stands up and heads towards your apartment leaving you to pay her tab.

Throwing a twenty on the table you both walk in silence back to your room, though the doorman gives you the “way to score bro” man-nod after Kyle passes by.

After letting her in Kyle walks into your living room, looks around and asks, “Got anything to drink?”

Being a teetotaller all that you can offer are a few old bottles you have leftover from a New Year's Eve party you had to host. Taking a bottle of Scotch, your date opens up a boxed new shot glass without asking and downs three fingers worth like a pro. Flipping the glass over she looks at you, “Where we playing, doc?”

Wanting to get the best possible view you ignore the kitchen table and point to the living couch. Kyle sits down while you take a chair and put it on the other side of the coffee table that now separates you.

Grabbing a deck of cards and some poker chips you sit down. As you dish out the chips your opponent announces, “Where playing for real money, I'm expecting to get my $500 after I win.”

“We'll see.” You shuffle and deal out five cards each, wondering if her arrogant attitude is some new scheme or just how she is when she plays, either way, you greatly desire to strip away her haughty attitude, let alone her dress.