The adventure continues

Lauren's bare feet squirmed on the cool flooring of the basement, giving her a slight chill as the game went on. She crossed her arms over her chest, worried about her excitable nipples showing since she had no bra on as the game continued.

Evan, the groups cleric, revived Lauren's Character Maeve. Only now she'd lost her armor and weapons (not to mention most of her clothes). Evan's character gave her a knife, and they all laughed at the visual of this underwear clad rogue with nothing but a small knife wandering through a dungeon.

All of them but Lauren that is.

They went onward through the dungeon. When they came to a long, stone corridor, Lauren tried to show what she'd learned.

"I check for traps!" She said.

"Roll that one." Dennis told her, pointing at a dice. "Hm... 18. You notice there's a pressure plate on the floor."

"Disarm it!" Evan told Lauren. "That's what a rogue can do."

At their urging Lauren rolled another dice.

"Ooh... natural 1!" Dennis called out. "Crit fail!"

"Is that bad?" Lauren asked.

"It's the worst possible result, yeah." Evan shook his head.

"As you accidentally set off the pressure plate, gas releases from all sides. Since you're the only on in range you take..." Dennis rolled a dice. "6 strength damage."

"What does that mean?" Lauren asked.

"It means your weak as a kitten." Evan explained.

"It also means another loss." Dennis grinned. "Which means, you owe me another clothing item..."