Hillary lets the cards rest on the table, lifting the nearest edge so she can read them before letting them lie, just beneath where her manicured nails rest.  Her long, exposed legs crossed under the table, there's a rustle of the fancy, old-fashioned styled dress as she shifts forward.<br/><br/>"I'll bet two," she says, dangling the pair of heels she'd worn in by their strap.  Through the stockings, her slender, pale feet and legs are temptingly shadowed under the table.