Time for the houserule

BARD, eyes lighting up: Houserule time!

The Bard player sprang from her chair with an eager hop toward the Sorcerer. Her sudden movement reminded her of a crucial oversight - she was still completely naked herself. Acutely flustered, she threw her arms over her chest and crotch.

BARD: Crap, I knew I forgot something.

DM: Oh, don't mind us, we're not even here.

She nodded for the Sorcerer to stand up, shuffling carefully behind him, using her arms and the slight angle of her body to shield her naked frontage from the others’ eyes. "Stay still," she teased under her breath, fingers already looping deftly around the waistband of his pants. The Sorcerer sighed in resigned amusement. The pants slid down first, and she crouched slightly, hands going to the legs of his boxers. After a beat of anticipation, she yanked them down with a swift, powerful tug. Just like his fictional counterpart, the Sorcerer's erect member swung forward with an arcing lurch, hovering above the gaming table. The Rogue nearly flinched back from the sudden gesture. Reflexively, he cupped his hands in front of his crotch to preserve some modesty.

With a triumphant smirk, the Bard pried the pants and boxers off his feet, rose behind him, and clamped her hands firmly on his ass cheeks in a solid grab-and-pinch. Using the confiscated pants as a momentary shield, she sauntered back to her own chair, her posture still careful to obscure herself.

SORCERER, settling back down: There, satisfied?

ROGUE purred: Oh yes...