Quite a lot

The woman standing at the stall struggled to suppress a lascivious grin as Sir Roger trundled up to her.

She was tall and pale, and had long, fiery, red hair that was kept up in an elegant bun.

She wore a simple blue dress that would have looked normal on any typical merchant, but the necklace she wore would have told anyone (well, anyone with some street smarts) who she really was.

Our hapless hero had marched right up to Vanessa Lightfingers: the leader of the city's infamous thieves guild.

In fact, this whole marketplace was just a front for the guild, and every single woman here (and there were only women here, which perhaps a more astute knight might have noticed and found rather odd) was in some way associated with it.

"Welcome, brave sir knight," Vanessa said with a practiced calm that took all of her mental strength to maintain.

Truly, she had never seen anyone as clumsy, foolish, or unobservant as Roger before.

"Well met, fair merchant," the fool replied as a particularly cunning blonde thief managed to slide Roger's fine leather boots off his feet one at a time mid-stride.

The knight stumbled on the slippery stones and gripped the edge of the stall to catch himself.

"Oh my, are you alright?!" Vanessa asked with feigned concern as her fair-haired accomplice dangled Roger's footwear just behind his pretty head.

"Um... they're new boots," he stammered as his cheeks reddened in embarrassment. "I guess they aren't quite broken in yet..."

At this point, Sir Roger the proud knight would have looked like little more than a particularly poor beggar to any innocent and unaware bystander walking by.

The formerly-fearsome-looking warrior, who had only minutes ago looked like the pinnacle of a knight in shining armor prepared to slay a frightening dragon, had been reduced to a mere man wearing just a simple wool undershirt and linen britches.

His shirt was now hanging loose and free on his frame (what with all the buttons now stolen), revealing his fairly well-toned abs and chest, while several pairs of eager hands were rapidly rising up from his legs to hook their fingers into the waistband of his britches.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions," Roger said as the hands started to slowly, almost sensually seize his pants and gently pull them down.

"Of course!" Vanessa eagerly agreed as she leaned forward and stared directly into Roger's eyes. "I don't get to talk to such big, strong, handsome men too often..."

She bit her lip as she drunk in the rapidly unwrapping appearance of her latest victim.

Gods! She just loved the dim, hunky ones.

Sir Roger blushed at the compliments and nervously fidgeted as his britches slowly slid even further down his hips, giving the many hungry eyes leering at him a tantalizing glimpse of the top of his red small clothes.

"You are too kind," Roger murmured as three more lusty thieves gathered behind him and stealthily started to pull on his wool undershirt.

Soon the shirt was sliding off his shoulders as his pants were pooling around his knees.

The nearly naked knight nervously cleared his throat as a slight breeze sent a shiver across his mostly bare body.

"Ahem, is... is it getting colder?" Roger timidly asked as he shifted from one foot to the other, conveniently allowing his two pants-thieves to relieve him of that precious covering.

"Mmmmm, not from where I'm standing..." Vanessa cooed as she twirled a lock of her hair, puffed up her impressive chest, and subtlety squeezed her thighs together (not that Roger could see her do that last part).

Roger gulped as the woman he mistook for a merchant flirted with him. He had never felt so nervous. He felt like he was practically naked!