Mourn's quick hands continued shuffling before shucking the cards out to each of the players.  This time, he'd set it up so she would win.  The scent of her lust was already in the air once again, and he wondered where she'd go with things.  Even he lost the hand, ensuring she had, once again, a full house.  This time it was Queens over Kings, a strong hand indeed.  As he looked at his own hand, having not even a single pair to call his own, he'd look around at the kobolds.  They were all smelling the same thing he was, and even Jagger, off to the side as he was, was having a hard time dealing with the scent of an aroused woman.<br/><br/>Kobolds threw down the cards they didn't need, hoping to improve their hands.  The one standing, now sans pants, was having a more difficult time than others.  After all, his arousal was growing and a pearl of precum began to appear on the head of him.