The rogue tries to pickpocket the elf

As the elf and the drunken half-orc exchanged fist blows, the rogue skulked closer, avoiding other fighting patrons as they careened past her, or threw objects across the room. It would have been hard to notice her approach in the chaos of the brawl, and the elven woman was clearly fixated on her opponent, swaying her hips to and fro as she darted lightly on her feet in her fighting stance, delivering a pummeling with a series of quick strikes to the half-orc’s chest.

The rogue reached out, snatching at the pouch of money as it flapped up and down each time the elf threw her hips around and changed her stance. Finally she managed to get her hands on it and tried to pull it loose… but the pouch was tightly wound up with her belt! The elf felt the sharp tug at her waist, and spun around to see the rogue crouching behind her, her hands clutching the elf’s pouch, looking like a deer caught in torchlight.

The elf quickly grabbed her, snatching the front of her white linnen shirt and pulling her upwards by the collar: “Why, you damn little thie-“ > BAM!< a chair being smashed to splinters across the elf’s back interrupted her, almost knocking her off balance. Immediately she lost her grip on the rogue, who nimbly dropped back to the floor and landed gracefully on her feet. The brawny elven woman turned back to face her half-orc attacker, who’d used the opening to turn some furniture into an improvised - if shortlived - weapon.

With the elf’s back once again turned towards her, this was all the opening the rogue needed. Her hands slipped down beneath her cloak to the dagger sheathed at her waist, and with a single skillful upward slice she cut through the elven woman’s belt, quickly snatching it from elf’s waist along with the money pouch. Almost immediately the woman’s pants sagged down and pooled at her ankles, causing her to get them twisted up and to stumble around, letting out a surprised, humiliated shriek. Her half-orc adversary laughed uproariously, clutching his belly and pointing at the elf’s silly dotted panties, even as she threw her hands down to shield them from view, blushing profusely all the while: ”Ahh! Stop it! Don’t peek, n-nothing to see here!”