The shirt

The dice roll across the floor. One of them already lands on a 1. There is still a chance you'll win this. But eventually the last die ends up being ... another 1.

With a big smile you inform her of the result "Snake eyes."

She closes her eyes and swears.

"A bet is a bet" you tell her.

She doesn't reply, but pulls off her shirt with short, angry motions before throwing it aside.

You make sure to have a good leer at her breasts. They're quite voluptuous and perky. You really want to touch them, but manage to restrain your libido.

You pick up the dice again, "So what do you want for the next bet?"

"Loosen my shackles."

You cock your head "But you just lost that bet."

"I know, but I want to chance for it again."

"All right." You tell her. "But if I win, you lose the rest of your clothes."

Doe thinks about it for a moment, but then she nods reluctantly, "Agreed."