The bard submits to a forfeit

DM: Just to remind you if the full houserule, gentleladies, you can get your clothes back in about an hour, I’ve set a timer on my phone. Or alternatively, you can submit to an embarrassing forfeit and then get them back immediately.

The BARD perked up, unashamed: Oh, I’ll take the forfeit! What’ve you got for me?

SORCERER: You’re keen. How about... we draw stuff on you? You know, some… tasteful body art.

ROGUE, shifting in her seat trying to cover herself: Yeah, some lovely doodles to match your personality.

DM: Or dirty phrases. And maybe some directions and instructions while we’re at it.

BARD, unfazed and grinning wide: Fine by me! Just make it creative. I’ll be your canvas!

The bard got up from her seat, stepped a few feet away from the table, and placed her hands behind her head in a gesture of complete surrender, exposing her body to the whims of her fellow players. The DM produced a pack of colored markers from a drawer, handing them out to his friends. The players circled the bard, eyeing her up and savoring the view, mentally planning where to place their ‘artwork’. On her stomach? Just below it perhaps? Or on the well-endowed curves of her chest, or the equally alluring swell of her ass? There was an awkward but gleeful excitement in the air, and despite her bravado the bard player couldn’t help but start to blush, long before the first marker touched her skin.

The process began slowly, and comparatively innocently. The rogue used a red marker to write ”Suck it, bard!” beneath her collarbone, beside the shoulder. The DM put his black marker against her thigh, drawing a crude, squirting phallus and scribbling ”bardic cumspiration” underneath it. Now that the dam had been breached, the trio started adding more and more phrases and doodles, growing in impropriety of content and boldness of placement. The rogue added ”Treasure room” in a bold font on her lower stomach, with an arrow pointing down, while the sorcerer kneeled down before her inner thigh and added ”Open for business”. Not to be outdone, the rogue moved to the other thigh and wrote a simple but effective “cum gutter”. The rogue was so swept up in this ritual of humiliation she practically forgot she was doing so in her bra and thong.

The bard giggled as the markers glided over her skin, occasionally twitching or gasping at the tickling sensation. Though blushing, she remained proudly exposed, her body quickly becoming a canvas of silly, lewd art. One of her ass cheeks featured phrases such as ”Spank me”, “Free rides” and ”Dummy thick”, while the other read ”Spicy!” and ”Ass of holding”. At the base of her spine it read ”Insert coin to continue.” Getting increasingly adventurous, the sorcerer rose from doodling dicks on her abs and stomach, meeting the bard’s eyes before drawing a swirling pattern all over her boobs which culminated directly around her nipples like a pair of hypnotic circles. The rogue added on the stomach directly beneath her breasts some upward pointing arrows, and elegantly curving script which read ”Touch for good luck”. The DM was enjoying himself as well, taking a silver marking to draw a delicate chain of links all around the bard’s neck, labeling it ”Owned” with a playful flourish right at her collarbone. The bard player, still smiling, occasionally glanced down to see the evolving work of art, her cheeks flushing only slightly as the rogue added some whiskers on her face, and a squirting phallus on the middle of her forehead

Once each player had drawn their chosen symbols, phrases and illustrations, they all took out their phones, the camera shutters clicking as they snapped photos from every angle. The bard struck a few playful poses, one hand covering her breasts, the other placed provocatively on her hip, showing off the “artwork” on her naked form. She seemed to be enjoying the attention, even as the camera flashes highlighted every embarrassing doodle and crude phrase drawn across her body. She turned slowly, giving everyone a full view, and even threw in a wink over her shoulder, showing off the ‘Slap Here’ mark on her ass.

ROGUE: Hey, at least do me the courtesy to be embarrassed!

BARD, playacting humiliation: I am embarrassed! Can’t you te-eeEEK!!

The bard had glanced to the side towards the window, noticing one of the neighbors on a late-night stroll with their dog, and being offered a very clear view of the proceedings through the open curtains. The old retiree, mister Martinez, offered a mute, slackjawed wave as they locked eyes, and the bard player dropped down to a crouch with an embarrassed shriek.

The ROGUE laughed smugly: That’s more like it!

The bard was down as low on the floor as she could possibly get, crawling towards her clothes and quickly putting them on, while the DM wandered over to the window and closed the drapes. The rogue snapped another picture of the scrambling bard for good measure.

ROGUE: These are going in the campaign album. For, uh, posterity.