Not much

As the half Orc opens the dresser as he was greeted to the sight of moth balls but not much else.

It took Durg a moment to process what he was looking at before slapping his forehead. Memories of goblins picking clean all the clothesline in town came back to him as well as all the times he had to throw out old clothes after they either ripped beyond repair or sold after he had our grown them.

Durg quickly searched his room room trying to find something or anything he could use as clothes, for a moment he thought about his bedding but he knew his dad wouldn’t like that too much.

After 15 minutes of searching the half orc thankfully found some clothes that were watched between his bed and wall.

He found a pair of old ratty boxers with a well worn band as well as one of his dad’s old tunic that he grew out years ago,but given the circumstances beggars can’t be choosers here.

The tunic was a great struggle to slip on as the stitching of the v neck ripped as he **** his head through as it now exposed a good portion of his chest and a bit of his stomach from that. To top it off,The tunic itself barely reached the midway of his thigh and just able to cover his orcish dick.

The boxer were not much help,they have been stretched and miss treated to the point where they hung loosely on his hips but at least provided him a little assurance that he wouldn’t flash anybody if today was windy.

The half orc sighs at realizing that he had no replacement shoes and that he’ll probably spend this week’s pay on new ones, if he has anything left of his money after some new pants.

At the thought of money he quickly pats his sides realizing that whatever magical **** stripped him of his clothes also made off with all of his hard earned money he got working at the magic shop.

DurgI adjusted his shorts once more wincing as the fabric rubbed at his sore ass and sensitive dick,before making his way to the dooras he took a deep breath ready to take on another daydespite last nights incredible disaster