I am a floating palace, built for the elite. With decks for champagne parties and luxury complete. Though larger than a sailboat, I am no clunky barge. I carry wealth and status, and my price tag is quite large.

A wanderer in the furthest waste. Felines, tradition says, it will erase.

Bound together at birth, cotton, wool, maybe cashmere if your well off. Good luck keeping me with my counterpart after wash!

I'm a pair that dice players dread, Two circles of black, a losing spread. Though no reptile, my name implies a hiss, What am I, often met with a dismiss?

I make things hot, but have no flame, I slow you down, though I play no game. Without me, you'd slip and fall from grace, what am I?