Sit at the table with the nerds.

Tammy's other friends, the dancing new arrivals; Scout, Yolanda, and Abigail, have seated themselves at your table, bringing with them several bottles of weak alcoholic beverages, which they seem to have gotten seriously drunk on already.

A chubby girl wearing a truckers cap that read 'I'm Eggscellent' stage whispers to the sheepish blonde sitting beside her, "Oh my googness gracious, Tammy, is this th' boy you've beeen telling me aboout? Sam? He'sss pretty cute." Her slurred words were clearly heard by everyone around the table, as they all start giggling. You flush a little bit at being singled out, and see that across from you, Tammy's face is blushing red too, as she admonishes her friend, "Scout! Come on! Now he knows I talk about him! Eep! Um, I uh, mean..."

"She means, she was telling Scout you were gonna hang out with us today!" Yolanda, who seemed to be the only person present besides you that knew how to talk to people, comes in with the save, and the cute, yet clueless young woman crushing on you seems to thank her for it, as though the explanation somehow made you forget what Tammy had said.

Abigail, the scrawny black girl who wore braces, even at 18 years old, clears her throat and addresses the group, plastered, "If wwee could gett thiz gaame starrrted-*hic* soon, I wood apresheeate that," She adjusts her glasses, while appraising the dungeon master's screen she was sitting behind, "I suspec I've had too much to drink, I'm not sure if I'm preparred for aall thiz math... Wait! By Jove, I thinnnk I've gott it!"

Abigail sweeps one hand in front of herself in the air and says, "Striip DnD! Evvry time you take damaage, you take off an artticle of clothingg. Whenn your PC dies, you'rre naked!"

"Well, I know I didn't see a 'no shirts, no shoes, no service' sign walking in, so this must be perfectly fine!" Angelica says, in approval, cup of hard lemonade in hand.

You look around the table and see that everyone else loves the idea. Now, these girls weren't exactly your type, but they did all have boobs, and you ponder whether it was worth playing the ridiculous game for a chance to see them.

If you played along, you would discover, that like most strip games, this one was rigged.