Sorcerer: (Un)fabricate

SORCERER, flipping through their spells: I think I’ve got a solid idea…! DM, can I perhaps see any part of the barmaid’s bra through her clothes?

DM: Roll a perception check.

SORCERER: >Dicerolling< 16!

DM: Yes, you can see quite clearly spot the outline of the bra through the fabric.

SORCERER, with a sly grin: Excellent. I’d like to use the Fabricate spell on it to give it, uh, a little makeover.

DM: Interesting thought! Since that spell allows you to transform materials, I'll allow it. You can see the bra, giving you a clear target for your spell. What would you like to do?

SORCERER: I take a couple minutes to concentrate, my fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air as I cast Fabricate in the barmaid’s direction from across the room. I focus on the material of the bra, transforming it into a delicate web of thread that can be easily pulled apart. It will still outwardly resemble a bra, but it’s now a completely impractical mess of loose string.

DM: Upon completing the spell you all watch from a distance as the barmaid's bra undergoes a silent magical transformation and gradually becomes looser, causing her bosom to relax a bit and her cleavage to decrease. In its transmuted form it no longer provides the support it once did, seeing as it’s now made up of fragile thread. The effect is subtle though, and the barmaid is none the wiser.

SORCERER: Perfect. I now quietly send my Mage Hand in her direction to slip underneath her blouse, pull the wire, and unravel the bra to bring back to us.

DM: Your spectral hand approaches the barmaid, sneaking up behind her and up through the bottom of her blouse where a hint of her midriff is showing. The Mage Hand delicately pulls at the end of a loose thread to begin the process of slowly unravelling the entire bra. You can see a cluster of string slowly begin to spill out from underneath the back of the blouse as the spectral hand skillfully performs its task, remaining unnoticed by the barmaid as she goes about her work. Finally the hand carefully collects up the thread and hovers across the floor back towards your table, depositing it in front of you. Although it may not be an intact garment anymore, the color is still discernible from the thread: red.

BARD: Well done!! Not gonna lie, the thought of a mysterious stranger deconstructing your undies from across the room with a wave of their hand makes me a little hot…