Michael breathed a sigh of relief, this hand couldn't possibly be the lowest hand, he felt so confident about that he didn't bother to discard the last card, after all, if anyone had anything below two pairs, he'd be safe, but then he heard Zoe speak up:
"Hey Michael, I have a little wager for you." the grin on Zoe's face gave Michael a little lump in his throat, but there was no harm in hearing her out "I feel a bit bad (and bored) if you're the one doing all the stripping here, so here's the deal, you pick one of us, and if you have a better hand than them, they have to get naked on the spot."
The girls' eyes widened, this was coming out of nowhere, but none of them spoke up in protest.
"And if I lose?" A little quiver crept its way into Michael's voice, one that was not lost on the girls.
"You get naked, which isn't that big of a shift, you only have two pieces anyways." Zoe's grin might as well have been a poker face, as Michael couldn't discern her intentions.
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