She blinks at the numbers... does it say 5 times..?  Talk about throwing a wrench into the game... anyone trying to 'read' Sally's face wouldn't be sure if she's reacting to the bonus or the hand that the wild card makes.<br/><br/>"I have to burn something made of silk..?"  She blinks rapidly, trying to remember what kind of underwear she's wearing... fuck, anything silk? Looking around the room, she notes that, even though the suite is luxurious, silk sheets or pillowcases would be simply too much to ask for... "Look... here's the deal."  She passes her eye from player to player.  "First person to give me a scrap of silk gets $50."