Yep

Hilda giggles at Milly's naughty suggestion and agrees, the fox's special wine helping her to discard her inhibitions.

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

Hilda picks up the dice and rolls... all ones. Crap! Milly smirks at your misfortune and then makes her own roll, soundly defeating the knight.

She sighs and stands up on wobbly legs, and shimmying out of her pants.

Oh well, at least now they can dry.

She sits back down, showing off her 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 her, which has the untended effect of making her butt look even shapelier, but she loves the way they feel, and she had to go through quite the ordeal to get them in the first place.

Hilda pick up the dice and rolls... all ones again. Milly laughs at her bad luck and rolls, beating her once again.

This time Hilda unties her corset and tosses it aside, blushing deeper as she exposes her soft, untoned tummy. She'd always been embarrassed by it, but it seems like no matter what she did, she could never get rid of the extra fat there.

She picks the dice back up, confident that her luck is about to turn around, but fortune has deserted the knight, and soon she's sitting completely naked on the ground, trying to cover her body. Hilda's face is red and both of them are laughing at her streak of bad luck.

Milly stands up and starts walking towards the other woman. Hilda reaches out to pick up her panties and get dressed when Milly puts her foot down on them.

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

Hilda gives her a confused look.

"I'm going to get dressed, now that the games over?"

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

Hilda tries to protest, but she's still quite drunk and having trouble expressing her thoughts. She sputters and slurs as Milly methodically gathers up all the clothes and dumps them in her oversized backpack.

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

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