Sorcerer: Same trick on the panties

SORCERER: Alright, now we just need to find out the color of the barmaid's panties as well, just in case her challenge is a trick question and they have a different color. Maybe I should simply use Fabricate again? DM, can I see the shape of her panties too?

DM: Unfortunately - for you - the skirt is made of a denser material, and you’re unable to spot the outline of her underpants across the curvature of her behind.

ROGUE, chuckling: Or she’s going commando.

SORCERER: That would definitely qualify it as a trick question!

BARD: Well, there’s one way to find out. We just need to create an opportunity. "Sorcerer, how about using your Gust cantrip to flip up her skirt momentarily? That way, you'll have a clear line of sight to begin casting."

SORCERER: "That's a great idea! I'll give it a shot."

DM: The sorcerer casts the Gust cantrip, directing a sudden burst of air towards the barmaid's skirt. As the fabric flutters upwards, you catch a glimpse of red panties before the skirt settles back down. The barmaid, surprised by the gust, quickly adjusts her skirt and shoots a suspicious glance around the room, hoping none of the patrons paid too much attention to what just occurred.

ROGUE: "Well, technically, we've seen her panties now. We’ve already got the answers so we don't need to steal them anymore, right?"

BARD, laughing mischievously: "True, but where's the fun in that? I didn’t expect our thief to argue against thieving! Let's stick to the plan and make it a complete heist."

ROGUE: "Never thought I'd be part of a panty raid."

SORCERER: Okay DM, I'll focus on casting Fabricate again to transform the material of her panties, and then send my Mage Hand again to collect them.

ROGUE: "I wonder if she'll even notice once we're done."

DM: The air around you faintly shimmers with magical energy as your spell takes effect. The panties undergo a remarkable transformation as the fabric shifts and morphs under the influence of your magic. The delicate lace turns into a fragile network of interwoven threads, their structure altered to become easily unravelable. The once sturdy waistband loses its elasticity and becomes brittle, barely holding its shape. The intricate designs on the lace dissolve into a maze of delicate strands, fragile as if woven from finest spider silk. The panties, now reduced to thread, are ready to be retrieved. The spectral hand, summoned by the sorcerer, glides towards the barmaid with a purpose. It slips beneath her skirt, careful not to draw attention, and finds its way to the transformed panties. As the hand pulls, the delicate threads unravel effortlessly, as if they were merely spun air. The panties gradually lose their shape, transforming into a cascade of red threads that spill out from underneath the skirt and into the hand's grasp.

BARD, her hand subconsciously and subtly moving down beneath the table to her crotch: It's like listening to a textile artistry documentary! I never thought I'd be so invested in the craftsmanship of undergarments.

DM: The Mage Hand retrieves the unraveled threads, bringing them back to your table while still leaving the barmaid blissfully unaware of the robbery. Although the panties are no longer recognizable as a complete piece, the color is still evident from the threads. Like you'd spotted earlier, they too are red. You now possess both the bra and the panties... sorta, completing your mischievous heist.