<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/URrCM0Y.png?1)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Chloe Andersen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025956#msg16025956)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Inside, kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leopard-print lightweight jacket,<del>tan short sleeve T-shirt</del>,<del>hip-hugging distressed jeans</del>, belt, black laced matching bra and underwear,<del>boots, and socks</del>,<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: none<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Arthur, Emma, Johnathan, Jules, Donovan, Diane, Rose<br/><hr/>The blonde shrugged at Johnathan's comment,<strong>"when was the last time any of us chose to do the confession?"</strong><br/><br/>She honestly couldn't recall.  Maybe Lance when he said he confessed he was most interested in her?  That had been... what?  The very first hand of the night?<br/><br/>Her attention moved to Jules, whom despite being the one who first came up with the idea of the double challenge, didn't seem to like her idea.  As far as she knew, neither Donovan nor Diane had won a hand.  Perhaps she was just trying to spread the love, or perhaps it was because in her mind they'd won the last round with their hot and passionate kiss.<br/><br/>Seeing there wasn't much traction for getting a second, or even a third, challenge she nestled into Arthur a bit more and waited for the hand to play out.<br/><br/>Jumping into a pool with her clothes on wasn't at all appealing.  It was hard enough to wiggle out of her jeans when they weren't soaking wet, and who knew what effect the chlorine would have on her jacket.  Considering how hot and steamy the last round was, anything that happened in the pool, even if it got spicy, would likely end the poker game.  Which might not necessarily be a bad thing, she thought.<br/><br/>Her cards were garbage, and she barely paid attention past the flop.  Her attention perked up again when Donovan put down his winning hand.  She'd always felt that confessions were a cop out but perhaps his would be juicy enough to undergo.  She flopped back deflated when she read his card.  She was most definitely having sex that evening, and she didn't really care what song was playing when it happened.  Hopefully more than one played, cuz even if it was<em>Free Bird</em>twelve minutes just wasn't long enough.<br/><br/>With a smirk, that did little to conceal her disappointment in the entire round, she unfastened her belt and unbuttoned her jeans, lifted her hips off the chair, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her jeans and began to wiggle out of her pants.