Both decline

BARD leaned back with a teasing grin, arms folded: You know, I don't mind a little nudity for a while... unlike someone else at the table.

ROGUE: Excuse me? I'm handling it just fine, thank you very much.

BARD: You're clutching that character sheet like it's holy scripture. Afraid of a little breeze?

ROGUE, bristling: I'm not afraid! I just have dignity! I don't need to flash my boobs like I'm auditioning for the next tavern wench NPC.

DM: I'd hire you.

ROGUE: That wasn't an offer!

BARD: Hehe, you're adorable when you're flustered.

ROGUE, huffing: You- Oh that's it, I'm passing on a forfeit, I'm not giving you the satisfaction.

BARD: Fine by me. We'll see who gets chilly first. What's that I see poking through the sheet?

The Rogue quickly adjusted the paper and slipped a pair of note sheets behind it. The tension between them crackled - half rivalry, mostly play acting - as the men laughed. Both women folded their arms and stared each other down, neither willing to surrender the upper hand nor the satisfaction of a forfeit, their mutual stubbornness ensuring that their shared bared predicament would last a while longer. Nobody had any stringent objections to this.