I play the following three hands like a professional, even though I don't get too much of a reward from it. My Duke doesn't raise the stakes, so he takes off a single piece of clothes at a time.
Even if he wanted, he can't raise stakes. I only have a chemise on.
At least, I'm lucky with cards.
When the fourth game starts, I realise that playing with a light, relatively short gown is like playing naked. I can feel Alexander's stare, even if he tries to avoid gazing for too long. Still, it's embarrassing.
When the cards are delivered to me, I regret not accepting the Duke's offer for a blanket. I would be less exposed, right now.
I don't even look at the cards and withdraw from the game.
«Why?» Alexander asks, confused.
