Mercy at this will

Julian leaned in slightly, a sly smile playing on his lips. "So, tell me, are you going to strip, or is this just all talk?"

Julia crossed her arms, pretending to think hard. "Hmm, tempting offer. But what's in it for us, Julian? Just the glory of losing to you?"

Isabel giggled, nudging Julia playfully. "Yeah, because that's a great prize! Maybe we should demand some sort of reward for our 'sacrifice' here."

Julian raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "What kind of reward are we talking about? I thought the thrill of the game was enough reward."

Julia grinned. "Well, if you're not going to sweeten the deal, then I guess you'll just have to be satisfied with our clothes." 

Isabel teased, "Besides, I'm sure we'll find a way to turn the tables on you eventually. Just you wait!"

Julian raised an eyebrow with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Tell me, what do you want?"