He pushed the appropriate cards to the appropriate people.  Upon claiming victory, the pantsless kobold would point at one of the other kobolds and make a gesture to get up.  This would be what would happen for the next few hands, each of the kobolds winning and taking turns quickly becoming pantsless and then sitting down in their seats.  When all the kobolds were in such a state, Mourn would be standing up but still with his pants on for the time being.<br/><br/>Cards were dealt, for Mina to win again.  She'd lost a few hands, true, but that's just how he'd dealt them out.  While standing there, he looked around at the kobolds and then at her.  The arousal of the woman, her scent staining the air with its fragrance, had all of the kobolds and himself in a state of utter arousal.  All of the exposed cocks had little rivulets of precum seeping from their tips.<br/><br/>"Who wants what?" he asked, his tone low, the sexual innuendo prominent.  To make it an appropriate hand, Mourn had dealt her four queens in the initial hand.  He wondered what she was going to do.  Make him lose his pants?  Perhaps...she'd tell him to take her seat while she hopped into the lap of one of the kobolds.  The options were many, his hopes as high as those options.