Poker Night

Berengar sat in his harem room with a serious expression on his face. In one hand was a bottle of beer, and the other was a hand of cards. Sitting across from him were two of his women, who were already topless. Despite this, they did not dare cover their bare breasts, and instead grinned beneath their translucent blue veils.

As Berengar took a sip from his beer, he looked at his own lack of clothing and felt slightly fearful. To think that his own sister would suggest a game of strip poker to liven things up. This was hardly the first time he had played such a game with Henrietta, but never before had Adela joined in on the gambling. Until now, that is.

When Berengar really thought about it, it was a miracle that a woman who was once so pious, now engaged in all the hedonistic pleasure that he had thrust upon her, and with a pretty smile on her face, nonetheless.