Bard: Tell, don't show (yet)

BARD: "I think it's time to pluck this chicken for all she's worth, so to speak." I try to get the barmaid's attention and wave her over.

DM: You call the barmaid over to your table, and she approaches with curiosity. She did challenge you, and she's now eager to see if you've risen to the occasion, but you can tell she's maybe a bit confused you're already calling her over, as she hasn't seen you collect literally any of the clues she'd been seeding across the room. She asks you if you've had any luck with her challenge so far, or if this means you're just respectfully calling it quits.

SORCERER: "Actually the opposite, we took your challenge quite seriously. In our zealotry we may have made a few... alterations to your attire."

DM: The barmaid looks down at herself and then back at you, puzzled when she fails to see any changes. "W- what do you mean?" she chuckles politely.

ROGUE: "We've added a touch of magic to it, to make it all the more interesting."

BARD, with a sly grin: "And now, my dear, what you're wearing is not quite what it seems..."

DM: The barmaid's brow furrows in bewilderment, her eyes darting between all of you. "I... I'm not sure I follow. Are you playing a jest on me?"

SORCERER: "Not to worry, I think all will become 'clear' soon enough."

DM: The barmaid looks down at herself again, and her eyes focus on the fabric, and the ways it's ever so slightly 'off'. As her fingers reach out to touch the collar of her blouse, they silently pass through the material. You can see the barmaid's eyes widen and tell that she's pieced together the implications of your words. "You mean..." she stammers, "I'm actually standing here..."

SORCERER: "Like an owlbear without feathers."

ROGUE: "Bare-assed."