No, but things get interesting

Joanne, her daughter Sam, and her nephew Ronny were sat on one side of the table. On the other side sat Joanne’s childhood friend Maria, Aunt Tiffany (Joanne’s younger sister), and Joanne’s other nephew Kate. Joanne’s Dad, and Aunt Flora (Her sister in law) were the occupants at the ends of the table. The remainder of the family had opted out in favor of other activities, or the option of spectating the endeavors at the table.

Joanne won the first hand, but her immediate success caused her to get greedy and bet her chips on lackluster hands. Within just ten rounds, it was already looking like Joanne might be the first one out.

Joanne blushed, as various family members at the table jabbed at her poker skills.

“I don’t know how you managed to lose almost all your money after that big win at the start, but I’m impressed.” Joanne’s Dad mouthed off.

“You lose your bets like you lose your clothes Joanne. Fast, and frequently.” Aunt Flora slyly remarked.

“Nice going Mom. If you give me the rest of your money, I might be able to beat everybody else.” Sam commented, as she began to shuffle the cards.

The humiliation of losing so poorly, when Joanne had a hefty reputation as the Queen of cards among all her family and friends, was too much for her to bear. Joanne knew that was likely the worst luck she’d ever had when it came to cards, and her performance only made it worse. She gritted her teeth, before boldly stating “You all got lucky this time. Give me another chance, and I’ll definitely beat you down next time.”

Most at the table just discarded this remark, but Aunt Tiffany wasn’t the type to just let it slide. As Joanne’s younger sister, she’d been waiting a long time to beat her at cards. She’d won several of the past few hands, and had managed to rack up most of the winnings at the table to produce a wealth twice that of what she started with. Looking down at her large stacks of chips, and then at Joanne’s pitiful quantity, a grin came to her lips. Tiffany began to recall the last time she’d utterly defeated her older sister.

It had happened a few months prior, on a secluded beach. In a volleyball match, the stakes were raised so that the loser would go topless, and walk back to the hotel. Tiffany won the first game, and was immensely pleased to watch as her sister began blushing, and poorly using her hands to cover her large assets. Then, to her surprise, Joanne went double or nothing. Joanne was too focused on covering her boobs in the second half of the second game when a few strangers showed up and started watching. This led her to lose again, and Tiffany got to watch her sister do a streak of shame on a public beach, satisfying years of desired **** for the various amounts of times she’d lost in competitive stakes to her older sister.

Tiffany was brought to the present, and realized why that memory had resurfaced. She was hungry for a greater victory, one that would make up for the countless chess, checkers, basketball, swimming, and other losses she had suffered at the hands of her sister. She didn’t just want to beat her sister, she wanted to completely win, in all incontestable regards. Even taking her dignity, just to further seal the defeat was an essential part of the package Tiffany craved. With her mind made up, Tiffany shocked the table with her question.

“Give me your clothes, and I’ll give you my chips.” Tiffany boldly offered.

The table went quiet for a moment, before Ronny glared at his mom. “Mom, what the hell?”

“It’s entirely up to her. She says she can beat all of us with another chance. Here’s her chance.” Tiffany slyly responded, raising her eyebrow in Joanne’s direction.

Joanne initially seemed too shocked to respond. It was a bold, but blunt challenge from her sister. She was directly challenging Joanne’s claims, and it was in Joanne’s court wether she would stick to it. A chance right in front of her to reclaim her title as the Queen of Cards, at the cost of...

“...My clothes? What do you mean?” Joanne asked, confused.

Tiffany was quick to respond, a slight smile spread across her face. “Well, I’ll give you some chips if you give me the clothes you’re wearing. There’s a few minor objections I have, but that’s the gist.”

Joanne blushed and narrowed her eyebrows, as she realized the angle her sister was getting at. “What objections?”

Tiffany mocked thought for a moment. “Well, for starters, whatever I give you chips for you can’t go replace. If you give me your jeans, you can’t put on any skirts, jeans, shorts, or anything that would cover your bottom until everyone leaves. Same goes for shirts, and if you went far enough your underwear too. Whatever I give chips for, I’m paying you to stay dressed in the clothes you don’t give up. It’s up to you how many chips you get, because I’ll give you a percent of my chips proportional to how much of your clothes you give me.”

Joanne pondered at the explanation, and began to blush. For a chance to redeem her dignity in card games, she would have to forego her modesty.