Rolled a 1

BARD, picking out a pretty die to roll: Well, you sure got me rogue >Dice clatters< Heh, that's also a one.

SORCERER: History rhymes, as they say.

ROGUE, amused but clearly hoping for more: Aww, only a one? I was hoping to see a full fireworks show!

DM: The magic rebounds, and latches onto your pants. Your attention is draw to your belt as it unbuckles with a soft click, and then with a sharp snap the button at the waistband pops open. Before you have a chance to react the fabric slides down your legs, crumpling around your feet, and you're left with your crimson panties on full display. "My, my, what a lovely shade..." the barmaid winks, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

BARD, shrugging and playing it cool: It’s just a little setback. I pull my pants back up, buttoning and buckling everything back in place. No biggie.

The ROGUE, keen on some payback: Not so fast, it’s my turn now.

The rogue slid out of her seat with a sly grin, momentarily forgetting about her own state of undress, and made her way over to the bard’s side of the table.

BARD, hands on hips: Oh, bring it on, then.

The rogue player stepped behind the bard with exaggerated care, and slowly, teasingly slid her fingers around the waistband of her pants, undoing the belt with deliberate, tantalizing slowness. The DM and sorcerer watched the display unfold with rapt attention, as the rogue let the leather slip free one loop at a time, before moving on to the button, popping it with a flourish, and then pausing dramatically to exchange a smug glance with her audience. She grabbed the zipper, pulling it down slowly, the sound of its teeth echoing in the sudden quiet of the room. Then, without warning, she yanked the bard's pants down with such **** that her crimson panties slipped halfway down her ass as well! The bard player instinctively reached down to grab at them, and tug them back up.

BARD: Hey, careful with that! It's just the pants this time, don't get greedy.

The rogue grinned player, tugging the bard’s pants off over her shoes. As she got up she gave the back of the bard’s panties one last mischievous pull down, fully revealing her buttocks, and followed up with a firm, resounding slap on the bare skin which sent it wobbling like jello.

ROGUE: Oops, my hand slipped.

BARD, with mock indignation: Oh, so that’s how we’re playing it? Alright sweetheart, but don’t start what you can’t finish...

The rogue, bard's pants slung over her shoulder, returned to the other side of the table and plopped back into her seat, suddenly a little self-conscious again as she remembered she’s also missing her pants. She quickly tucked her legs under the table, trying to keep as much of herself hidden as possible. The bard player remained standing until after the rogue sat down, her crimson panties still slightly askew, but she was much less perturbed than the rogue was earlier. She casually adjusted her underwear and finally sat back down at the table, not really bothering to cover up or hide her limited embarrassment - seemingly more comfortable without her pants than the rogue was without hers.

ROGUE: Don’t get too cocky. There’s plenty of game left to play.