Recall the house rule: If your character loses clothes, you do too!

SORCERER, leaning back in his chair with a sly smile: Speaking of misfortune, don’t forget our house rule.

ROGUE, looking up from the table, wide-eyed: House rule? What house ru—oh. OH. Fuck!

BARD, bouncing eagerly in her seat: Me, me, me!

The bard player got up and practically skipped around the table, coming up behind the rogue with a wicked grin.

BARD: Come on, time to pay the piper. Stand up, no stalling.

ROGUE, sighing with resignation: Fine, but make it quick.

DM: Don’t worry, Bard, remember to be… thorough.

BARD, with a playful smirk: Oh, I plan to.

She leaned behind the rogue’s back and ran her hands teasingly along her waist, fingers lingering on the belt buckle, savoring the moment. The rogue suppressed a shiver of anticipation… The bard smirked: “Nice belt. Shame it’s gotta go.” She slowly, almost torturously, undid the belt, letting it dangle for a moment before subsequently unbuttoning the pants and parting the folds, revealing the rogue’s own black, lacy thong. She squirmed slightly, but the bard’s grin only widened. The rogue player, feeling the bard’s hands exploring her waist, tried to keep her composure.

ROGUE: Okay, you’ve undone it, now just—

The bard abruptly yanked down the pants with a sudden tug: “Ta-da!” The pants fell swiftly, pooling around the rogue’s ankles. The motion is so quick and sharp that the thong catches slightly, slipping a few inches down her hips, nearly revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her nethers before she managed to interpose a shielding hand.

ROGUE, startled and flustered, gasped: Whoa, hey! Watch it!

She instinctively pulled at the waistband of her thong, tugging it back into place as she tried to keep a few shreds of her dignity intact.

DM, trying to hold back laughter: Careful there, Bard. You’re getting a little… enthusiastic.

BARD, unfazed, bent down and tugged Rogue’s pants off over her shoes: No worries, just doing my job.

After collecting the pants, she gave the rogue’s exposed backside a cheeky pat-pat. She then playfully hooked a finger into the back of the rogue’s thong, giving it a teasing little tug upwards and causing the rogue to jump slightly.

ROGUE: Hey! Don’t get all handsy on me!

BARD: All part of the service, darling. Just consider it some… Bardic inspiration.

She slung the rogue’s pants over her shoulders like a trophy, winking in her direction before strutting back to her seat. The sorcerer offered a little applause to welcome her back to their side of the table like a conquering hero. Flustered and red-faced, the rogue quickly sat back down, scooting her chair up to the table in an attempt to hide her exposed legs. She crossed her thighs awkwardly, fidgeting to adjust her underwear without drawing too much attention. The players around the table exchanged amused glances, savoring the moment.