It had been half an hour since you and Wire had begun a game of poker. Right now, a couple articles of clothing were carelessly strewn around the floor.

Wire held his cards calmly, scanning the table. His headdress and body harness had been discarded, leaving him in just his shorts and fishnet stockings.

He sat rather informally, one that would most definitely invoke strong feelings among a group—had there been more players. Wire left himself unashamedly open to you, relaxed yet confident. He didn’t hide the way his eyes scanned you during every turn.

Though, Wire soon finds himself having to strip again, letting out a soft huff as he gets to work. His gaze locks with yours as he purposefully feels himself down to his stockings to remove them slowly.

“Good play.”

Wire hums lowly, watching your expression as his stockings come off.