Ben smiled as Myst strutted across the room. She had looked great when he first laid eyes on her and looked even better as she shed her skirt. He was sure she was putting some more swing in her hips, and he enjoyed the show. Ben took his hat off for a moment, reached down, peeled off his Firefly shirt, and tossed it over to the table. He pondered asking her to refresh his drink, in part to savor the view, but he decided to not push his luck... yet. He put his hat back on and looked at the new cards.