Deal the second round.

After recollecting everyone's cards and giving the deck a good shuffle, you slide them each two cards once again. Your hand is: [A of Shields, 10 of Shields]

You then deal the flop: [9 of Shields, J of Dragons, 4 of Shields]

That's not bad at all. I have basically nothing now, but I'm close to a flush. Pretty low chance, but not impossible. Let's see how it goes.

Next is the turn: [A of Eyes]

One pair. Not a flush, but it's not nothing. I haven't had the best luck so far. Though as these dragons grow more nervous about losing clothes, I bet I can bluff far more easily, you ponder to yourself as you inspect the three of them closely. Delphi seems to have her attention on you, though Trin and Malakae still only watch each other. "So I'm deciding first, right?" you ask.

"That's right," Delphi replies. "Answer carefully. You--"

"Call," you cut her off. Then you stare intently as Trin, the girl who must decide next.

Trin's cheeks turn pink. "Please don't rush me."

"Take your time," you reply. "Surely you can afford to survive another final round loss. You have... Well, I guess only two more articles of clothing probably, right? Unless Luna gave you a bra to wear too. It's just, given that window, I'm not so sure."

At those words, Trin starts to grow more flustered. She knows it's true. If she loses in the final round again, she's naked already. All she has is a qipao and panties. She's already removed her stockings, and the heels she already removed earlier wouldn't have counted regardless. She fidgets around in her seat, checking her cards a few more times. Finally, with a whimper, she answers. "... I fold."

Delphi grins. "Oh really? Well, I guess I better decide too. I'll be honest. This hand is trash. I fold too." Her attention then turns to Malakae--everyone's does.

With all eyes on her, the gold dragon becomes rather uncomfortable. She does have an advantage of Trin, however, in that she had at least one more article of clothing to start. You're her only opponent now anyway. She looks to you and stares you straight in the eyes. "I can read you easily, Kyle Warren. I've always been able to do so."

"Then call."

After a long pause, she taps her finger on the table. "I will. Deal the final card."

You flip the river over: [2 of Shields]

Malakae bursts into a fit of laughter once again, though even more excited this time. She throws her cards over, revealing: [A of Stars, A of Dragons]

"That's a three-of-a-kind for me!" she announces. "I didn't even need the final card."

You silently reveal your hand, and the win you achieved. "Speaking of getting a flush, that's probably how you'll feel pretty soon." You then reach forward to the pile and retrieve your winnings, and with the decision between one of Trin's thigh-highs, one of Malakae's gloves, or your own sock, you opt for a white stocking. Trin looks rather flushed as you take it. You wrap it around your neck like a scarf.

Malakae clenches her teeth hard, both in anger and humiliation. To your surprise, she stands up before anyone else. "Whatever!" she shouts before slipping her feet from her heels and slamming one of her legs up against the table, causing everyone's cards to shift. Perhaps she still wants to show that she can do anything Trin can do but better, as she continues to mimic her. With her leg so high, you can easily see her thin, black panties wedged between her curvy thighs. She takes hold of her black stocking, and she slides it carefully down her knee, to her ankle, and then off the tips of her toes. She attempts to remain elegant in demeanour as she strips before the group, though you can see the colour in her cheeks. She does the same with the other leg before folding her thigh-highs up nearly to be placed atop the gloves she discarded earlier.

"Mmm. That's the stuff," Delphi whispers. "All right. My turn." She stands up behind her cards and kicks both of her heels off the edge behind her. She then reaches up her violet dress. While it is cut high on the side, it's not enough to see what lies beneath. You are able to see rather quickly, however, when she slips a pair of jet black panties down her legs. She tugs them off her feet before tossing them onto the pile. Even she looks a little embarrassed at this. She pulls her legs together and clears her throat. "Well, we're waiting for you, Trin."

Despite the fact that she just saw it happen, Trin doesn't seem happy that she now must do the exact same thing. Either that, or remove the dress, which is certainly worse. She stands up slowly. With all eyes on her, she can't help but turn as red as a tomato. It's pretty adorable to behold. She reaches beneath her qipao, slips her thumbs under the thin strips of her white panties, and attempts to carefully remove them without accidentally revealing something by accident. The dress is already rather skimpy, in that it's cut so high on the side that you can see her entire hip, and the band of her underwear. So as she makes herself commando, she attempts to avoid lifting the curtain too much. She brings them to her feet, picks them up, and timidly tosses them onto the center of the table.

"We're getting pretty dangerous now, huh?" you comment as you collect the cards to shuffle. "I'm surprised nobody has chickened out."

Trin nervously sits back down, flattening her dress out as she does. She pulls her thighs tight together and shrinks in her seat. "I'm no chicken. S-Sure, I've never sat next to someone without any p-panties on, but there's a first time for everything, right? Nothing a dragon can't handle."

"Precisely," Malakae responds. "A true dragon would never feel fear over something so silly."

"Right!"

Delphi sways her hips left and right. "I don't know. I think it feels kinda liberating."

You chuckle as you deal the cards.