He moved his King parallel to my Queen, and with a soft thud sealed my fate for the night.
“Check mate.”
Our eyes met and he smirked at me, “I guess it’s time for you to lose those panties, baby girl.”
Uhhh, sue me for growing up nerdy and awkward, but:
If you’ve just moved your King parallel to the Queen, you have just put yourself in checkmate, which I’m fairly sure isn’t even allowed in chess.
Nonetheless, my Queen takes your King and you lose.
So, get those panties off, bitch. Baby’s in charge tonight.