Your Armor

You sit there for a moment, trying to think of something, when Milly chimes in.

"What about that?" She asks as she point over at your armor. "I'll even be generous, if you wager that and win, I'll give everything else back."

You quickly agree, grabbing the dice and making a roll. The dice clink away in the bowl and come up as an 11!

You shout with joy and raise your arms over your head, flashing your bountiful breasts at your opponent. Milly smiles and then picks up the dice.

"Looks like that's going to be pretty tough to beat," she says as she cups the dice in her hand and blows on them. She shake the dice and throws them into the bowl, coming up with... a 12!

You pull at your hair in frustration, and let forth of string of expletives.

"Tough luck," Milly says as she gathers up your armor and dumps it into the bag as well. If you weren't so distracted (and drunk) you might have found it rather strange that Milly's bag wasn't getting any larger, despite how much stuff she was putting in it.

Instead, you're busy wracking your brain over how you could possibly recover from this latest setback. There's no way you could ever think of just giving up now, just think of the scandal!

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to wager something else..." Milly says, barely containing her satisfaction at your predicament.