She just laughs.

"What's so funny?! How dare you mock me!" You're so angry you're practically seeing red.

"Me? Mock you?" She says in an incredulous tone. "You're the one making a fool of yourself! Look at what you're wearing. Those clothes are completely unacceptable. Are you here to face me in an honorable duel me or audition to be the king's next jester?"

Her remarks cut through you like no sword ever could. How could you have been so utterly unprepared today? It's a good thing no one else is around to see you bumble like this.

"Everyone knows real duelists remove all unessential clothing when they compete. Are you so ashamed of yourself that you consider all of that," she gestures at your attire, "essential? Maybe I was wrong about you. If you aren't going to take this seriously I might as well go now..."

She makes a show of turning around, like she is about to walk away.

"Wait!" You cry out as you quickly pull your shirt over your head and start undoing the belt that keeps your pants up. Soon they join the rest of your gear in the bags by the side of the road.

"The boots too, hon," she quickly chimes in.

You slide them off in record time, tossing them away.

The drow smiles to herself at the thought of finding such a pliable and easily-manipulated person to rob.