Strip poker, and poorly

Jenny withdrew a card, and her eyes widened at what it said. It was unadorned, plain, just two words on a blank background; strip poker.

The Toymaker was already squaring the deck. He took the card from Jenny's hands, raised an eyebrow at the game, but put it away with the rest of those cards. A moment later and he pulled out another, more usual, deck of cards.

"Not my favourite," the Toymaker said. "I do prefer games of skill and wit to these exercises in luck, but there is a certain appeal to probability. Ah, but the stakes... So lacking, compared to what might be gambled on a normal game."

"So... this is it?" Jenny said. "I play... that with you, and then I can go?"

"Of course," the Toymaker said. "When one of us has nothing more to lose, the game is over."

She didn't particularly want to start stripping down in front of a stranger, but she supposed this was a comparatively harmless choice. The worst that would happen was embarrassment, quick and over, whereas if she'd picked some more physical game... Plus she wasn't sure she liked his mention of gambling on normal poker.

He shuffled the deck, and offered it to her. Jenny shuffled it too, surprised at how easily the coordination came to her.

Ironically card games did seem to be in her mind. Soldiers had to fill their off-duty time, de-stress where possible. Not that any lived long enough, but the chance was there. She could do this.

"Three of a Kind," the Toymaker said. "I do believe this round is mine."

Jenny flushed. She glanced down at herself, hesitant.

"Don't cheat," the Toymaker said. "I do so despise cheaters. It makes the game not worth playing."

Ok, ok, so...

"I get to choose what I lose?" Jenny said.

"Certainly," the Toymaker said. He smiled. "Let's make this more interesting. You choose for both of us, assuming you ever win a round."

Jenny swallowed. Well it was just the start, it didn't matter.

"My shoes," Jenny said. "I'll just..."

She reached down, only to find them vanishing long before her hands reached them. She blinked, bizarrely missing them. The sturdy combat boots had served her well on Messaline.

Ok. That was easier.

"Full house," the Toymaker said.

Jenny stared at his cards, and at her own, red-faced. She'd lost her shoes, her socks, and her belt; there was nothing more she could take off without things getting revealing. Ok, so...

"My trousers," she said, and closed her eyes to try and ignore the sudden pale legs in view. She crossed them awkwardly, shuffling her chair under the table.

"Flush!" Jenny said triumphantly, putting her cards down. The Toymaker smiled.

"Straight flush," the Toymaker said. "I win again."

Jenny stared, bare legs rubbing against each other. There was no way she wanted to give up her panties, but her top was the only other thing she had on. Nervously she prepared, crossing her arms.

"My shirt," she said. "If you have to."

She couldn't help the slight whimper as the green fabric faded away. The practical gear she'd worn had come without a bra, leaving her pale tits exposed were it not for her arms. She blushed furiously, having to only cover them with one hand as she reached out with her other to draw a card.

"Pair," Jenny said, wincing.

There was a pause. Then the Toymaker scowled and threw down his cards. Jenny scanned them, relieved to notice that he had no moves.

"Games of chance," he muttered. "Very well. Your decision."

Jenny hesitated. Ok, a win, that was... really not much, considering she was down to just her panties. She shuffled awkwardly on her chair, crossing her second arm over her chest now that she no longer needed to hold card.

"I don't really want to see anything..." her voice trailed off. The Toymaker rolled his eyes.

"Do you imagine I'm doing this for any reason beyond the thrill of the game?" he said, and sighed. "I'm not a mortal, I'm not any kind of creature like you. My garb is not these fabrics, this is just a manifestation; they are as much part of me as this flesh you see."

"Then what do you have to lose?" Jenny said.

"This dimension is my garb," the Toymaker said. "The rules that make it up are my garments. Tell me one, and I will remove it."

"And what are they?"

"I did not ask you to list your clothes," the Toymaker said. "Use your perceptions. I'm waiting."