Anti-illusion threshold

The wind still blew cold on your skin, after all, you were naked. But at least you walked around a little less embarrassed, for you'd conjured up a clothing illusion and it was practically perfect, even an illusion expert would have a hard time telling. With that, you've returned to Aldebaran's base, to the Hall of the ****.

Before you entered, however, at the entrance, at the threshold of the hall, you noticed magical inscriptions that glowed as you passed. You saw those magic letters very quickly but that was some spell canceller, yes it sure was and you realized it too late for what it was for.

It was an illusion spell canceller.

YOU used an illusion spell.

In a myriad of hundreds of sparks your illusory outfit simply disappeared, leaving you once again in your birth suit, causing an explosion of laughter throughout the hall. Juliet and Dione both looked embarrassed for you and before you managed to cover your crotch, someone grabbed you by the wrists and lifted you into the air, one-handed again and this time it wasn't Dione. It was Bryan, the huge, intimidating brute, and he laughed a lot at you with his frightening face, as he held you aloft with one hand, preventing you from hiding any part of your body.

"Yeah, looks like you've learned the hard way, Rookie Number 1, that illusionism is for those venomous scorpions, or those pegasus sissies. Here in Aldebaran we hate illusion magic, we hate lies and deception!" He then looked at your body, "Don't tell me you were trying to hide this little pink thing between your legs?" He laughed and the hall echoed with his and the others' laughter.

"That's enough, Bryan, put him down." Dione seemed to order.

"Calm down Dione, I was just playing with our little friend here, right little friend?" He rubbed your hair with his other hand. "Hey guys, do you remember our old lost mascot?" he asked the hall.

"Yes, the little lamb!"

"Man, he was so much fun!"

"We don't have to worry anymore! Look at those white hairs like wool!" He ruffled your hair again. "Look, it looks like we have a new pet!" He looked at your face with a kind of macabre smile, "you are no longer the number one rookie, rookie, from now on you are our mascot, Little Lamb!"