Rolled a 4

BARD, shaking the die in her palm: Here goes nothing… >dice clatter< Four. Well, it could be... worse?

The DM leaned forward, ready to launch into a description: Four it is! Piece by piece, your outfit begins to unravel. The magic surges through the corset, causing the laces to shoot loose. Each lace flicks and flails, whipping from loop to loop with swift, decisive movements that send the corset tumbling to the ground in disarray. Before you have a chance to register what is happening, the blouse beneath pops its buttons in a choreographed fashion, the recoil sending it sliding off your shoulders and fluttering to the ground. At the same time your belt snaps free with a sudden jerk, and the front of the pants flick open to reveal a flash of your scarlet panties... before fully unveiling them as your pants slip straight down to your ankles as if pushed by an invisible ****. As a final flourish, your bra’s clasp springs open without warning and it shoots off your chest, joining the cascade of falling clothing and baring your tits to an audience. Within moments you’re left standing in nothing but your panties and boots, a slender tableau of bare skin surrounded by a pile of crumpled garments and fully exposed to the barmaid and rogue's scrutinizing—and thoroughly amused—gazes.

ROGUE, delighted at the success of her ploy: Looks like I was right—you definitely know how to use that chime better than me. Bravo!

DM: The barmaid stifles some laughter. "Red, good choice. Not quite the magic show I was expecting, but it's certainly got my attention."

BARD, pretending to be flustered in-character, mimed picking up her clothes in a **** tizzy: I hurriedly pull my pants up, trying to cover up with my shirt balled against my chest while looking around frantically. "Aha, ahem, always happy to - uhm - put on a performance, heh?"

ROGUE, with a victorious smirk: Well, you know the house rule. I think it’s my turn to help you out. Fair’s fair, after all.

The rogue wasted no time, practically bounding around the table to reach the bard’s side. Without missing a beat, she spun the bard around, wasting no time undoing her shirt, and discarding it at her feet. The bard endured the disrobing with a show of playful humility, leaning into the rogue’s touch with exaggerated ****. When the rogue pulled down the bard’s pants, they slipped easily over her boots, leaving her clad in nothing but her bright red underwear like her fictional counterpart. The bard offered a dramatic little gasp as the rogue twirled her around again and her hands went for her bra, unhooking it in a flash and flinging it off to join the rest, leaving the bard topless. She playfully covered her breasts with her hands, striking an over-the-top pose as if scandalized beyond belief.

BARD: "Well, I never! A girl can’t even cast a little magic without ending up in a state of undress and disrepute!"

The ROGUE shot the bard a smug look as she gathered the pile of clothing in her arms: Looks like I got the better of you this time. Don't you worry - I'll be keeping these safe for you.

With a spring in her step, the rogue returned to her side of the table. She placed the stack of down next to her chair with a self-satisfied grin before settling back in her seat, slipping her own bare legs beneath the table. The bard, completely unbothered by her newfound nudity, followed suit, sitting back down confidently with nothing but her red panties and boots. She leaned back in her chair and placed her arms down on the table, proudly defiant and completely unashamed of her exposed state. The DM and sorcerer glanced between the two (and at the bard’s breasts, left on purposeful display), amused at the antics and the rogue’s momentary triumph, though it was clear the bard had no regrets.