Amelia blushes, standing up and disappearing into the other room. When she returns, however, she seemingly hasn't lost any clothes, and held something behind her back.
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Alfred is playing with a card, idly flipping it around in his hands.
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Amelia sits down, hoping he didn't ask what she took off. She begins to deal again, ears burning as her whole face turned red in blush.
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Alfred hums as he waits, not asking what she had removed.
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Amelia sighs with relief and begins to deal again, praying she could beat him this next time.
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Soon Alfred is beaten, letting out a hum. "Welp. Your choice"
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Amelia tilts her head, biting her lip again adorably. "Y-your shirt..." She murmurs, trying to spare him, why had she picked this game again?
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He nods and carefully maneuvers his shirt off.
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Amelia blushes hard, NOW she knew why she had suggested this game. She looks down to hide her grin, biting her lip as she looks back up at him.
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He smiles at her, completely oblivious. "Well, guess we play again." he states.
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Amelia nods, dealing more energetically this time. She looks extremely distraught when she loses again.
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Alfred hums a bit, mulling over his options. He decides to let her choose what she wants to take off.
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Amelia pouts, "You're supposed to pick, that's the point of the game." She moves closer as if that might urge him to pick.
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"Well I don't wanna pick," He mumbles, moving away a bit.
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Amelia pouts, but stands and slides her skirt off shyly, she didn't really have anyore undergarments.
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Alfred keeps his eyes on the floor, blushing slightly.
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Amelia covers her lower up quietly, then blushes softly as she lets him deal.
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He deals quietly, clearing his throat occasionally
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Amelia blushes at how thick the tension was, biting her lip gently. It'd been a while since she'd felt any sort of attraction to a man. Her husband had been a sort of last resort option so her father didn't lose their farm, so they'd only been intimate to have a son. She puts her hand on the one holding the cards leaning in quietly
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Alfred blinks a bit, and looks at her curiously noticing she seems to be thinking about somethin.