You take the risk, and lose it all in a manner of speaking

You flip yourself to Paul's seat before they finish their sentence. The odds would be 50/50, but you know that your looks are distracting enough that the odds should tilt slightly in your favor.

Unfortunately, Don wasn't listening and you end up going all in on a bluff, getting called quickly, losing with two pair against his flush. Although, you could've sworn the flush needed more cards then that, but you don't play poker much....

Paul frowns, drawing you to your feet. "That's 20 bucks, Jenny. A fair amount of money when we've helped you so much." He pulls you to your washer and dryer near the front window, where the dryer is obligingly spinning with your clothes in it, and he pushes a button to stop it.

You frown, but he pushes your hand away as he pulls your still damp clothes out of the dryer. "I don't think your clothes are clean enough." He puts them back in the washing machine, taking care to examine them each piece by piece, and the guys look on curiously along with you, wondering what Paul has in mind. He pulls out a few coins to pay for the wash, before turning back to you.

"But that's not everything that needs washing, is it?"

He pulls you close to him, meeting your gaze as his hands go to the front of your dress, unbuttoning it. You try to stop him but he pushes your hands away. "You owe me." He hisses, and your hands are grabbed from behind by one of the other guys as he unbuttons your dress from breast to thigh, before sliding it off of your shoulders, tossing it in the washing machine and closing it.

The machine roars to life, having sealed off your only piece of clothing for the next hour, leaving you completely naked with four guys who've watched the videos your boyfriend made of you, to say nothing of the greasy owner, the well lit laundromat hiding nothing from any onlookers from the street, and Paul's hand pushes down on your shoulders...