A shift at the casino

The golden casino stretched out farther than the eye could see, it was filled to the brim with all sorts of gambling games from across the multiverse. It was probably one of the most crowded places in the palace, and it was always bustling with activity. The fake Kim found herself playing against a family of Duendes, small magical creatures with green cloaks and big hats that obscured their faces.

For once, Kim was winning. The critters didn’t have a good grasp on how probability worked and were losing a hefty amount of money. They complained, yelled, and made a general ruckus, but Kim just shrugged. “If you don’t like the game, move to another table.” But no, they doubled down.

Kim was about to deal the cards when she felt something soft brush down her legs. Looking down, she noticed that her panties were around her knees and slowly moving downwards. “Eek! What the-?”

The doppelganger left her card on the table while she crouched to pull her underwear up. It was a joker, she had gone overboard and lost the hand. The Duendes laughed and grabbed their winnings.

Oh, so that was their plan. They were using some sort of spell to drop her panties and distract her! “Hey, you can’t use magic on the dealer! That’s cheating, the hand isn’t valid- What so funny?” The Duendes pointed down at Kim’s legs. Her panties were still around her ankles and pulling to get away. Kim yelped and bent down to pull them up just as her opponents sent a little magical breeze under her dress to keep pranking her.

Feeling the chilly gust hit her bottom, Kim jumped and squealed, stepping out of her underwear in the process. As soon as her feet left her panties, they disappeared in a poof of smoke. Kim stared at the floor, aghast. Did those creatures make her panties disappear? No… they looked just as surprised as she was.

… Of course! She wasn’t real, so her clothes weren’t real either. They were probably made of the same pool of magic as she was. This meant that once they were away from the source of energy, her body, the clothes would disappear out of existence. Kim sighed. She was getting a bit too knowledgeable about how these mystical mambo-jambos worked.

Oh crap, now she had to finish her shift commando. She shyly smiled at the Duendes. “Ok, you got me. I don’t suppose you want to move to another table?”

They didn’t. Fully intent on getting back their money, they kept playing. Whenever Kim was about to win too hard, a mysterious gust of wind lifted her dress. The pink kimono was already short, barely reaching the woman's inner thighs, so Kim kept flashing her intimates and curvy bottoms to the whole casino. If only she could prove that her opponents were the ones responsible for her predicament…

It didn’t get easier. Kim’s face turned red every time her dress rose up, snickers echoing from the tables at her sides. Her concentration was broken and the Duendes were able to easily win back their money in the rest of her shift.