As that first hand of cards was dealt, and the kobold inside of her won, the feeling of lust and passion filled the small room.  Jagger growled from where he was laying, clearly wishing to be involved in some way again.  Mourn would simply incline his head slightly to the panther before starting to deal out the next round of cards.  Where as before each throw of a card was dealt with a hard snap of the wrist, sending the little rectangle to the perfect position, these movements were slow, relaxed.  Taking his time, to say the least.<br/><br/>The kobold beneath her would grip the sides of the chair and move himself up and down in small increments.  This allowed him to push up enough to create an inch or so of space between him and the seat, and when he dropped down, she'd have to follow a moment or two after.  It wasn't much in regards to thrusting, but it was enough to make the kobold grunt each time she came down.  Not enough to get him off.  At least, not yet.  The others took into into account, though, and watched Mina's reactions to it.<br/><br/>"Are you yet growing tired of playing cards?" Mourn asked her as he looked at his hand.  The kobold to the right of where Mina sat now had the winning hand, would only need a single card to make two pair.  None of the others would have such a combination, perhaps being able to make a single pair.  "Can you think of another game you may wish to play, human?"