Erica lost, she had no chips now and was in her underwear!

Erica's joy was short lived. Christa had played a royal flush. When she saw it, her stomach literally twisting into knots; like a pretzel. She had lost all of her chips in one shot!

"Well, I guess I'm out now..." said Erica with a sad, forlorn tone.

"So you'll be going home now I guess?" asked Alicia.

"Yeah," Erica replied. She turned to Carrie. "Can I have my clothes back, Carrie?"

"No," said Carrie in an almost offended tone. "I bought 'em fair and square, didn't I?"

Erica couldn't believe it. They wanted her to go home dressed the way she was?

"You can't be serious! I can't go home in my underwear!" cried Erica.

"Then win your clothes back!" replied Lisa haughtily. "You can always keep playing!" It felt like she was implying that there was nothing wrong with an underdressed girl if that underdressed girl was Erica. That everything that was happening was par for the course. Normal.

"I haven't got any more chips!" Erica insisted, but she didn't get anywhere.

"Then I can just buy your bra," Carrie replied. Her cheerful demeanor had returned. "You don't need it, anyway."