when i first started dating my wife, we got on the subject of video games, and I had just recently hooked up my NES again to play some games. I had been playing SMB3, and she told me that she was awesome at that game and she challenged me to see who was better.
I decided to raise the stakes and created some sort of "strip mario" rules. I'm not sure exactly what it was, but basically, if you died, you had to remove an article of clothing. Unfortunately, I was rusty and she was infact a lot better than me.
By the end of the night, I was sitting bare assed on the floor watching her access ghost ships fully dressed.