I fired the last one. Couldn't stand watching her just stand there while I threw darts at cards. This time I got two. A blonde and a brunette, both in lingerie that looks like it was picked out by someone who really thought about how fabric falls off a body. The game is still Poker-Darts, same concept, hit cards with darts to build poker hands. But now it's a duel. Me versus them. And they're the prize.

The brunette has this look when she loses a hand. Not angry, more like she's calculating how much longer until she's naked. The stripping is tied to the poker combinations. Pair takes off a glove or something small. Full house and suddenly a bra is on the floor. I spent twenty minutes trying to hit the ace of spades because my aim is garbage and the dart physics feel like throwing a brick through soup. The blonde kept smirking. I don't know if it's programmed or random but it felt personal.

There's this moment when you're one card away from a flush and the dart wobbles in midair. I missed three times in a row. The secretary animations are stiff, like they're posing for a catalog instead of reacting to a dart hitting a card three inches from their face. But when the clothes come off, the real model thing works. These aren't cartoon proportions. Actual bodies. The kind you'd see on a site that asks if you're over eighteen before it loads. The arcade part is just darts. No power-ups, no special moves. Just aim and throw and hope the physics engine doesn't betray you. Sometimes it does anyway. I won a straight and the brunette's skirt vanished. The transition was so abrupt I laughed. Not sure if that was the intended reaction. The minigame loop gets repetitive but then the blonde leaned forward to pick up a dart and I forgot what I was complaining about. Something about the scoring system. Doesn't matter.