"Now it's your turn."

Cyno said, putting a card in front of him.

You're both sitting at the table, holding your cards. You both play these stupid cards every day, or rather, Cyno makes you. But today you're playing strip, and at the moment you're only wearing your underwear like him, you're playing on equal terms and now every move is important, you don't want to lose and take your clothes off, right?

You only have two cards left, he only has one, that's bad, he's probably the winner. While you're thinking about which card to put down, Cyno is looking at your face carefully, as if trying to see in your eyes what cards you have in your hands.