Setzer observes as Sora groans; another hand lost, his shirt discarded.
"How am I so bad?" He exclaims. Luxord hides a smile behind his cards. There is a twinkle in his eyes; Sora's victory, though he does not know it.
"You're not so bad," he says, honest. "I'm just very good at the game."
They play another round. Sora groans again.
"You're lucky." Luxord laughs. "Not everyone looks so lovely in the nude."
Sora tugs his pendant, pouts, kicks off his underwear instead. "This is rigged."
"Sora," Setzer says, gesturing about his club. "Yours is the only game that isn't."
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