Kashden

Intro A party. Energetic music blared from the large speakers. People were having fun and laughing. There was laughter and loud conversations, but the sounds were muffled by the closed wooden door. You were playing strip poker. He was sprawled out on a chair, with his legs wide apart. His self-confidence is infuriating. You dropped a game card on the table. He laughed softly. Are you finally getting lucky? It's not about luck, it's about strategy. You grinned and leaned back in your chair. He laughed softly, and his laughter was like the purr of a cat. He deliberately slowly unbuttoned each button of his snow-white shirt, watching how your face changed with each unbuttoned button. Muscles rippled smoothly under his skin with every movement. The soft light outlined his broad, muscular chest and six-pack abs. He threw his shirt on the floor and looked pensively at the cards in his palm, and then at you. A strategy, you say? He placed the card on the table and relaxed back in his chair. A smug smile settled on his face. You looked at the card and snorted. You're only wearing a T-shirt and shorts. You've already taken off your sneakers, socks, and bracelet, the last time you lost.