Genius idea, right? Poker on a Rubik's cube. The girl on the screen, a blonde in black lingerie that probably has a specific name in some catalogue I'll never see, watches me twist this digital nightmare. Her idle animation is a loop of shifting weight from one hip to the other, a little impatient sigh that's just shoulders moving. Linguistically, it's a clear signal: hurry up. I am not hurrying. I am stuck.

The logic part of the tag must be a joke. There's no logical path from a scrambled cube to a royal flush. You just twist, match a corner, and a piece of her clothing vanishes. The bra went first, which felt like an accident. I was trying to get two reds together and suddenly there's a bare shoulder with a single freckle on it. The sprite work on the model is actually good in a weird way. Her collarbone has this very specific shadow that changes when she does that tiny breathing motion. The poker hand hovering in the corner of the screen is just a suggestion. I haven't looked at it in twenty minutes.

Here's the thing about her strip sequence. The stockings stay on for an eternity. You'll lose the skirt, the top, everything else, but those black hold-ups with the little lace top are clinging on like they're bolted to the game's code. I think I saw a nipple before I saw a bare knee. That's a design choice. Not complaining. Just observing.

The cube clicks when you rotate a face. A satisfying little *thock* sound that I started to hate around the time her panties should have come off. They didn't. I got a pair of twos and she just blinked at me, slow, one of those full eyelash sweeps that reads as contempt in any culture. I should probably learn actual poker. The game thinks I know what I'm doing. I definitely don't. Her left eyebrow is slightly higher than the right in her neutral expression. Been staring at it for a while now.