[ In an establishment like this one, with the stakes as high as they are, for a player to be able to take their hands off their cards and even move them out of sight without being questioned about it would take extraordinary circumstances that, more often than not, would call for a little advanced planning, but, Nami's been winging this since she sat down next to Buggy.
So drastic measures it is.
The second she feels his thigh against her own Nami shifts in her chair, one shoulder rolling while she looks at her cards, outwardly considering while stressing the fabric of her tunic just enough for the spot where the thing's been fastened to come loose and fall away. What follows is a flurry of motion, sleight of hand, and gratuitous side boob. Her garment falls away exposing enough of her chest to distract from the way she puts her cards face down and slips a hand under the table to tuck three kings and a pair of sevens into Buggy's pants, feigning embarrassment and fixing her tunic all the while.
When the shark offers to give her a moment, Nami's the portrait of demure stoicism, insisting they play on and picking her hand back up, fanning her cards out and sliding three to the center of the table to be exchanged, her tunic secure, and her pair of queens tucked out of sight and waiting to be integrated into her hand. ]
So sorry for the disruption gentlemen. [ She says, laughing bashfully as her eyes dart briefly to Buggy, hoping he knows what he's doing from here. ]
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So drastic measures it is.
The second she feels his thigh against her own Nami shifts in her chair, one shoulder rolling while she looks at her cards, outwardly considering while stressing the fabric of her tunic just enough for the spot where the thing's been fastened to come loose and fall away. What follows is a flurry of motion, sleight of hand, and gratuitous side boob. Her garment falls away exposing enough of her chest to distract from the way she puts her cards face down and slips a hand under the table to tuck three kings and a pair of sevens into Buggy's pants, feigning embarrassment and fixing her tunic all the while.
When the shark offers to give her a moment, Nami's the portrait of demure stoicism, insisting they play on and picking her hand back up, fanning her cards out and sliding three to the center of the table to be exchanged, her tunic secure, and her pair of queens tucked out of sight and waiting to be integrated into her hand. ]
So sorry for the disruption gentlemen. [ She says, laughing bashfully as her eyes dart briefly to Buggy, hoping he knows what he's doing from here. ]