Alexander Kingsley: "Your technique is lacking."
"..." Carla Carr was speechless, "Let's change the game to rock-paper-scissors, okay?" She really couldn't handle dice.
"Okay." Alexander agreed.
As it turned out, Carla always slowed down her move deliberately, cheating, and Alexander let her.
Since Carla was slow due to cheating, Alexander kept losing, and had to keep taking off his clothes.
Jacket, tie, gun, dagger, belt, pants, and so on.
After countless rounds, Alexander was down to a pair of men's briefs, a sight that stirred the imagination, his bronze skin exuding allure.
Although Carla had prepared herself, her little face turned red, getting redder still.
She asked meekly, "Admiral, shall we, still play?"
"What do you think?" Alexander gazed at Carla, who was wearing just three strips of clothing, teasingly, "You've got quite the figure, missy."
"But, once the clothes are all gone..." Alexander paused, "After that, it's truth or dare."
