A choice

I stood up, and my briefs slid down my legs, stopping at my knees.

Would it be his briefs or the stolen schemes of the Sexy Vampire Queen? The Prince knew he couldn't save both. Sacrifices must be made for the good of the world.

_D: _Yes, many innocents have died at the Vampires hands.

_A: _People died?!

I reached down, opened a filing cabinet shelf and attached my briefs it with a metal binder.

And so the briefless Prince watched helplessly as the Mimic clamps its sharp teeth on his tight briefs.

_A: _Oh no!

_D: _Hehehehe. This just gets better and better.

But in a flash, the Mimic lunges at the Prince! It was after the schemes as well! Or could its perception check have had it detect the lewd photocopies in his Bag of Holding?

I took a step away from the filing cabinet. My briefs are now stretched tight between my knees and the drawer they're attached to. I held my folder out and away from it.

_A: _Nooo! Is nothing sacred?!

The Devil peaked around the corner at the sound of footsteps.

_D: _Hello? What's this?

Suddenly, as if from nowhere a 2nd Mimic tongue latches onto the hem and sleeve of the Prince's tunic and begins to steadily pull...

A: Oh my Boss! Not another one!

I slid my left shirt sleeve over my hand and pinched them hem of my shirt through the fabric and began to pull. The fabric of my shirt beginning to stretch away from my torso. The buttons straining against my chest.

_D: _And in 5... 4...

... Upwards!

I began lifting my shirt up with one hand and pushing it down with the other as if to resist the pull.

Horrors! It was a flying Exposure Mimic!! Desperately the Prince held onto the hem of his shirt as...

I heard footsteps.

WASSAT? FOOTSTEPS!!? OHMIGOD! Someones coming!

_A: _Holy shit!!

D: What!? What did you just say?