The Rogue snatches the barmaid's clothes

DM: Alright, let’s get back to the game. The naked barmaid startles as you emerge from the shadows. She clutches herself tightly, attempting to preserve her modesty, though her breasts shift and jiggle with each nervous breath and she has trouble containing her assets in her hands. "Oh, right, you were in here too," she blurts out.

ROGUE: "Uh- yeah, I was. And well… I wouldn’t mind some proper clothes myself. Gimme those!" And I try to pull the blouse and skirt off the bard and claim them for myself.

DM: That'll be a contested roll then. Sleight of hand checks for both of you.

BARD: > Mmf, hhh… hng… <

SORCERER: Oh right, rolling’s gonna be a bit tricky for her at the moment. I’ll roll it for her!

The Sorcerer picked up one of her glittery D20s, held it aloft for the Bard's nod of approval, then gave it a theatrical (some might say suggestive) shake and rolled it across the table.

DM: Oof. Bard’s sitting at a nine total. Rogue?

ROGUE, smug: Nineteen.

DM: Well then, your hand darts out and, before anyone can blink, the borrowed clothes are gone from the Bard’s grasp, as you literally steal the shirt off her back and the skirt off her bum, and quickly garb yourself in them. You're now dressed like a bar wench... one who's decided to go commando for the day, but at least you're dressed - the only person in that storeroom who can say that.

BARD: > Disgruntled mumble <