The Hustle

"Three more rings and three silvers, please.", Silvia asked as she held out her hands.

A robe, a suit of armor, and a sword.

They...they had been won!

Both women looked at each other, mirroring agape expressions.

The orange girl removed the prizes, leaving bare spaces and slammed them down before returning three silver coins.

"Lucky throw, you lit-"

"Three more rings please.", Silvia said to the stunned women.

By now a crowd had gathered, these girls were actually winning!

Pooky was struggling to compress her corpulence into the armor as she watched Silvia steadily drain the duo of every prize and silver coin they had.

"Our...our game...you wrecked it!"

"You mean I won it. People are SUPPOSED to win, aren't they."

"Oh God, Brixa, we're ruined!"

"Shut up, Manico! This is your fault, your double or nothing horseshit! Now we don't have any prizes left!"

Silvia took the opportunity to point out, "Actually girls, you do have one prize left..."