Start the final round.

Malakae is especially uncomfortable now. She's naked, can't cover herself at all, has white slime covering her tits, and is now **** to sit on your lap with a plug between her cheeks. The poor girl is barely holding it together. She's certainly speaking far less now. That high-and-mighty attitude is falling apart the more she's punished. Even from the start, from the promise of being naked and embarrassed, she was getting excited. Now her body is practically dripping... Or rather, it is. You can feel it on your lap. She can't control her own body anymore. It's so overly stimulated that the position she's in is nearly causing her to moan in pleasure, even without any movement at all, besides her occasional fidgeting.

You throw down the flop: [10 of Shields, A of Eyes, 10 of Dragons]

While Malakae peeks at her cards in secret as best she can, you bring your hand around to see: [8 of Stars, 8 of Eyes]

Immediately a two pair. Not bad. Either way, I'll just go full out. I have three articles of clothing, so I can't even run out if I lose in the final thing. Plus, it's the last round of this game anyway. I assume everyone is going all in.

"Let's see that next card" Delphi says. Instead of waiting for you, she flips the card off the top of the deck herself and stands atop is naked and proud, though her parted hair covers the one half of her body. "Look at that. The two of eyes. Well, I'm in. Call."

"Uh. Isn't it me first?" you ask. "I call."

Trin tugs on her shirt, as if as time goes on, she's growing more self-conscious about how little she's still wearing, and what it would mean to lose even with a fold. "Call."

Malakae squeezes her legs together. "Mmm... C-Call," she whimpers quietly.

"Last card!" Delphi shouts before kicking the last one off the top. "Ten of eyes!"

_Holy crap. That means I got a full house. _When you try to lean forwards again, Malakae gasps. Perhaps you pushed the plug in a little deeper by accident.

"I'll flip them over," she responds quickly. "Ah... B-Better than mine," she says.

"No way. Mine too!" Trin says with her hands on her head. "Oh no. Please no. Kyle, don't make me do anything weird, all right? I know I got a little carried away with the conjured plug thing, but--"

Delphi clears her throat. "Why does everyone always forget the tiny woman?"

"... What?"

"Read 'em and weep!" The pixie throws her cards over, revealing another ten in her hand. Albeit barely, a four-of-a-kind beats a full house. She won.

She then falls to her knees, cackling with glee. She seems overwhelmed by the excitement. Not only is everyone going to need to strip down for her, but she'll get to give punishment tasks to both Trin and Malakae. She shivers with anticipation. With a hand on her head, she laughs harder and harder. Her chest heaves up and down. She then throws her head back up, whipping her parted hair to the side as she stares directly into your eyes with an visage that isn't her own. Her flesh has changed from pale to a demonic, dark shade of grey. The irises in her eyes are spirals. A wide grin stretches across her face.

Delphi, or perhaps one could say Aridni, flutters up from the table and casts a wicked gaze towards her victims. In this form, her power and desires are amplified. All the twisted, naughty things she wishes to do come out without any inhibition.

"What's happening?" Trin asks. "She's like an unseelie."

"Uh oh," you mutter. "Malakae. You might want to get up."

"I c-can't... s-stand right now," she mumbles back.