What Dexter though was a friendly game of poker turned out to be a game of strip poker. Which he didn't find out until after the first hand when they all started taking off their clothes. He couldn't believe they didn't tell him that he was playing strip poker. Well, actually he could pirates are pretty tricky and not always honest. For one being so scrawny was paying off. Since Dexter always dressed in several layers he had a large advantage over the skimpily dress pirates.<br/><br/>As the game wound down he was coming out the winner, statistically speaking. He had the most clothes on comparatively. Most of the women were topless or naked while he still had on his white dress shirt, and pants. Not to mention his veil of storms under his shirt, but that might be more embarrassing to wear than no shirt at all. Though he was winning, the situation was a lose/lose for him. If he had been losing he would be naked in a room full of strange women,but even if he wins. He would just be in a room full of naked strange women.<br/><br/>The way Dexter sat and stared at the table in front of him showed his was very embarrassed about the situation. His face was bright red and he wasn't looking at any of the women in the room. "Alright, you have had you fun. How much longer until I can get my clothes back?" He wasn't asking anyone in particular, or looking up for that matter. He wanted this to be over with soon. Though it's not like he would be able to stand up for a while with the tent his pitching in his pants. Right now he has his legs crossed and is trying to make it go down just by will power.