The room was filled with the familiar scent of cigar smoke and the low murmur of conversation as Dana set up the poker table. She moved with practiced ease, arranging the chairs just so and dealing the cards with a flourish. She couldn't help but make a show of her cleavage as she bent over, a playful smile on her lips as she felt her boyfriend's gaze on her.
"You're late," she said, turning to her brother as he walked in the door. She greeted him with a playful insult, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I was starting to think you weren't going to make it."
Her brother, used to her teasing, simply rolled his eyes and took his seat at the table. The game began, and Dana made a show of her poker skills, bluffing and raising the stakes with a confident smile. She taunted her boyfriend, calling him "little man" and "pocket-sized" when he lost a hand.
As the game went on, Dana's brother started to get aroused, and she noticed, giving him a sly smile. She lost a hand on purpose, and as part of the forfeit, she stood up and removed her shirt, revealing her lacy bra. Her boyfriend and brother were stunned, and Dana took advantage of their distraction to compare sizes.
"Is that all you've got?" she said, feigning disappointment. Her brother, feeling embarrassed, left the table.
Dana continued to play, winning hand after hand and taunting her boyfriend. She removed her bra, and her boyfriend couldn't take his eyes off of her. She made her final comparison, and with a smug smile, she declared herself the winner.
"Better luck next time, little man," she said, leaning back in her chair, victorious.
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