"That's okay," she said cheerfully. "I'll teach you. And we can stop whenever. The point is of strip poker, though, is that you don't play with money; you play with clothing."
She giggled, the sound like joy had bubbled out of her throat. "No, sweet boy. If you get uncomfortable, we'll stop. It's supposed to be fun, not stressful."
She hesitated, steepling her fingers and tapping them against her mouth nervously. "We don't have to."
She didn't seem to expect this, but was literally giggling in excitement as she took his hand. "O-okay! Let's go into my room."
She went into her room, pulling out a deck of cards. "It's fairly simple," she told him, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "There's a hierarchy of types of card sets, okay...?" She continued on explaining, shifting until she was resting on her stomach, propping her head up on her arm. "Does that all make sense?"
She began to deal out the cards. After she took a moment, squinting at the cards playfully before setting them down, she looked up at him. "I'll bet two socks."
After about an hour later, Ophelia was smirking at Abel, resting her head on her hands. She was fully clothed. "pants time, Abel."
