<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fcbZu04.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Chloe Andersen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025956#msg16025956)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Johnathan's table, one of the white plus chairs.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leopard-print lightweight jacket, tan short sleeve T-shirt, hip-hugging distressed jeans, 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>:  Lance, Emma, Johnathan, Arthur, Open<br/><hr/>Her cards were shite.  At least that's what she thought originally.  An ten and three of different suits.  Once again, if there was money on the game she'd have folded.  However, with no ante and no real betting - even if Johnathan tried to steal her challenge - there was no real reason to fold before she saw the last card.<br/><br/><strong>"Y'all are just trying to shanghai my challenge,"</strong>she responded with a gentle smile.<br/><br/>She caught a ten on the turn, and another ten fell during the river which gave her a three of a kind.<br/><br/>Her poker face crumbled when she flipped over that last card.  Arthur had already peeked at her hand, so he should've known what she had.  A fact that had little to do with her lowered facade.  She smirked in triumph as her confidence rose.  There wasn't much possible that she should be worried about.  Someone could have another ten, or they could've had a pocket pair with a third on the table.  The ten, however, was the highest card and there was no opportunity for a flush or straight.<br/><br/>Blue eyes sparkled as she flipped over her hand to show she won.<strong>"Heck yeah!   Massage time!"</strong><br/><br/>She surveyed the other players and hoped that all four of them would capitalize on the opportunity to touch her.  The thought of four pairs of hands on her made her - admittedly - a little giddy.<br/><br/>She quirked a brow at Johnathan and then gave him a faux pout.<strong>"Can't make you,"</strong>she shrugged.<strong>"Though, you'll have to figure out how to strip with her on your lap too, cuz I ain't given a confession"</strong>Mischief touched her smile.<br/><br/>From the momentary flirting she'd done with Johnathan earlier, and their shared history, she'd hoped he'd be a little more eager.  He seemed well under Emma's thumb, though.  Well, at least, there was Arthur and Lance.  Neck and shoulder?  Calves and feet?  She wished she knew their preferences.  She wanted to control and keep it on the PG-13 side of things, for now; but didn't want to assign either man something they detested.<br/><br/><strong>"I reckon you all don't wanna wait forever for me to get my massage.  So, it's probably best for whoever's willing to get it done at the same time."</strong>Her blue eyes turned to Arthur.  Her gaze flowed over his shoulders, wide chest, and the defined musculature of his arms.<strong>"Since you're the first volunteer.  How's back and shoulders sound?"</strong>