Bard: We call the barmaid over and reveal our mischief

SORCERER: "Looks like our heist is complete. I'd say we went above and beyond on her little challenge."

BARD: "Well then all that's left is to call the referee, so to speak, and let her be the judge." I try to get the barmaid's attention and wave her over.

DM: The barmaid catches your waving. She finishes setting down the last of the drinks on her tray at one of the tables near the bar, and with a confident swagger makes her way over to you, the tray folded under her arm. She arrives at your table and puts a hand on her hip, an expectant smile adorning her face and her eyes sparkling with curiosity: "Am I to assume you've got an answer for me? I must admit I haven't really seen you collect any of my clues."

BARD: "Well then, my dear, I think I've got something you'll wanna hear..." and I take out my lute.

ROGUE: "Oh this is gonna be good."

BARD: It's a bit of a rush job, so don't judge me. >ahem<

In shadows' grace, a scheme so sly,
With whispered spells, we caught your eye.
Threads undone, illusions spun,
A dance beneath the moon and sun.

By spells unseen, your trappings torn,
Innocence lost, yet not forlorn.
By mystic words, your garb unwound,
Invisible threads, not a single sound.

DM: The atmosphere in the tavern begins to quiet as your melody fills the tavern, and all the patrons' attention is fixed on the bard. They weren't expecting there to be free entertainment tonight, and might be getting more of it than they realize. Already they exchange amused glances, and low laughter is mingling with the performance. The barmaid listens intently. You see her eyes begin to widen as she instinctively moves a hand to her chest, feeling a void of supple skin where her garments should be. Her brow furrows in confusion, which quickly turns into one of growing realization, and her face begins to redden.

BARD:
Yet secrets' weave, your form concealed,
By magic touch, your modesty sealed.
A charmed disguise, an artful guise,
A veil for delicate, longing eyes!

Yet still you stand, so proud and bold,
Unaware, my dear, of what you're now told.
For we have taken all you wear,
Leaving you buck naked, completely bare!