Rogue: Chime of opening

ROGUE: ”It’s for the sake of your modesty.” I pull out the Chime of opening and point it at her.

SORCERER: Hah! Now that's a mic-drop moment!

DM: Interesting… could you remind everyone at the table what that object does?

ROGUE, pulling out the item card: Sure, let me read it to you. You can strike the chime as an action, pointing it at an object within 120 feet of you that can be opened, such as a door, lid, or lock. The chime issues a clear tone, and one lock or latch on the object opens unless the sound can't reach the object. If no locks or latches remain, the object itself opens. I think you’ll agree clothes are objects, so I’ll wave it around a couple times and use up multiple charges, in order to cause all the buttons and fasteners on the barmaid’s clothes to pop open so I can see her undies.

BARD: That’s ingenious! Talk about a striptease!

The DM described the unfolding scene: In an almost choreographed fashion all the buttons on her blouse surrender, popping open one by one before the blouse bursts open as if hit by a gust of wind, allowing it to slip off her shoulders and flutter to the floor. The skirt, similarly unfastened, loses its tautness and glides down her hips, pooling at her feet in a heap of discarded fabric. But the chime's enchantment does not stop there; behind the barmaid's back the clasp of her red bra gives way, and with a comical > twang< the garment releases and leaps off her chest, allowing her exposed boobs to wobble slightly, startled by the sudden freedom. In but an instant, the barmaid has been reduced to standing topless before you, her lacy red underwear the remaining vestige of modesty, contrasting the sight of her breasts, enticingly bared to your inspection, still jiggling slightly from the unexpected release. She stands there for a moment, stunned and speechless. The room hangs heavy with an awkward silence as your gaze lingers on the barmaid's state of undress.

ROGUE, nonchalantly: "Red, just as I suspected. Challenge passed."

DM: The barmaid, caught off guard and registering her exposure, quickly moves to cover herself, her hands instinctively shielding her tits. She then quickly crouches down to begin grasping for her clothes strewn about.