She rolls a 7

Doe closes her eyes and sighs. "I like fishing."

"Fishing?"

"Yes, on my boat ... while we're sailing." She then turned her gaze down, somewhat in shame, "... preferably during a storm."

You almost can't believe your ears. "You fish during storms? Why on earth would you do that?"

"Because it's challenging." Doe replies defensively. "Everybody can fish in calm waters, but only people who are one with the sea can survive there at any time."

"And the basic of survival means to be able to find nutrition." You add, realizing her reasoning.

"Exactly."

"Hmm, quite interesting. I think I just learned a lot about you."

Doe cocks her head. "I wish I could say the same about you."

You grin. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance."

You grab the dice and start shaking them.

"This time," You explain, "If I win, I would like you to take off your shirt."

"No way." She replies without hesitation.

"Come on," you wheedle, "The greater the stakes, the more fun it becomes."

She is undeterred. "I am not showing my chest to you."

"The higher a price I request from you, the higher the price you can request from me."

That makes her think for a moment. Finally, "All right, if I win this bet you set me free."

"Sorry sweetheart." You tell her, "But your bosom is not that valuable."

She rolls her eyes, muttering 'of course not' under her breath. "Release my shackles then instead."

"Deal." You reply, and throw the dice. You roll a 4.

Doe sees the number and smiles. She eagerly takes the dice and throws them back.