The games continue and Ahsoka stretches just a bit further.

The next match was a lot more conservative than the previous ones, not due to strategy so much as just the Deck being equally ornery to everyone, but Rex was able to pull out the win in the end, ironically having folded at the end when Jesse tried to goad him with a 3 Credit raise only to bust.

The following match was a lot more heated, with 10-draws being more common than not, for once. The pot ended up raised high enough that at one point Ahsoka just tossed her remaining boot on the table wholesale, winning the round, but coming to regret it when she didn't have the cards to guarantee her victory over the match overall.

As Hardcase raked in the rather large pile of credits and her remaining boot, Ahsoka, despite the fun she was having, was **** to seriously consider pulling out at this point. I really don't have much else to ante with...

Looking down at herself, she considers her position. Let's see, is there anything else I could ante with? My belt, maybe? No, my skirt's not exactly loose, but I'd have to carry my front-cloth back and that seems like a pain. The front-cloth itself? Nah, no way they'd be interested in that. Just as she's about to resign herself to having to just spectate or retire to her room, she notices her legs, or rather, what covers them. Hey, maybe they'd be interested in my stockings?

She considers it for a second before opening her mouth as everybody is reshuffling their side decks. "Hey, I know that they're not exactly armored like my bracers or my boots, but could you guys get any use out of my stockings? I'm running a little light on Credits again."

Jesse snorted, "Yeah, we'd kinda noticed, Commander." Frankly speaking, while the other items can at least be somewhat justified as 'potential extra armor,' the stockings are all but useless for Clone Troopers twice the Padawan's size. But, being the only person without a 'prize' from the Commander was making Jesse feel...weirdly competitive, in a way that felt worse than when his brothers will occasionally challenge him to see who can scrap the most droids the quickest. He didn't like it, but there was an easy solution. "Probably won't get as much use out of 'em as we do the extra armor, but I like playin' this with ya, so I'll give you 5 Creds for both of 'em."

Even as Ahsoka agreed and started pulling the stockings off of her feet, he could feel the half-way confused looks from his brothers. Half-way because he could also see how they twitched toward their own 'winnings' as they all watched the Commander revealed relative acres more of skin that they'd never seen before.

Orange legs ending in feet that looked slim and almost...expensive(?) compared to their own. None of them really knew how to describe it other than likening it to the difference between a military ship and a Senator's personal starship that they'll occasionally catch glimpses of on trips back to coruscant.

Jesse is really only half-paying attention as he tosses Ahsoka the cred-chips and carefully picks up the stockings. Moving much like he would with unstable explosives, quickly, but with great care, even if he didn't quite realize that.

They all drew a fresh hand and prepared for another match, 5 sets of eyes magnetically drawn to the exposed skin of the sixth player.