Time for a game of strip DnD!

You agree, and the game turns out to be super fun! Between the Logic puzzles, riddles, jokes, hard lemonade, and adventuring it has been a great time. Most of the group by this point had only lost their shoes, jackets, or over-shirts, because there hadn't exactly been much fighting so far, just a small scuffle with a band of goblins.

You wonder whether someone, or rather, you wonder who, is going to lose any important clothing up as the party wanders into the boss's lair. Your rogue, Angelica, forgets to check the antechamber for any traps, and Abigail rolls a die behind her paper screen, and says, "You wallk past thhe goth*hic* archwayy and activate a trripwire you din't notice, the traap assails the en-tire parrty with a vollley of arrows!"

Everyone around the table gasps, and the DM rolls 5 d20s to see who, if anyone got shot. Aware that you've got to take off either your shirt or your pants if this hits, you gulp. After a tense few seconds of Abigail's severely **** mind making simple calculations, she says, "The arrowws soar past, misssing errybody exxept for the Ranger, aand the Barrrr*hic*barian."

You, the Ranger, look around the table to see five very expectant pairs of eyes, and unlike some of the people here, you'd only gotten a little buzzed from the hard lemonade, rather than totally smashed, so you still acutely feel the girls stares as you pull the shirt off, over your blushing head revealing your pecs and flat stomach, which the young women all take a moment to gawk at, causing you to flush redder.

Across the way, trying to avoid your gaze with all her might was the Barbarian, Tammy. The bespectacled blonde reluctantly stands up from her seat, puts a quivering hand on each side of the pencil skirt she had on, and yanks it from her narrow hips down to her ankles, giving her friends but especially you a view of a pair of blue panties that hug her crotch tightly, before she sits back down, blushing bright red. That wasn't a sight you would forget for a long while.

Abigail laughs hysterically from her seat, appreciating that underwear was finally becoming visible at this point in her game, she catches her breath and continues narrating, "Th' party seeems no worrse for *hic* wear, and ssso venture furtherer into enemy territoryy, the laberyinthine castle basssement appears empty, but..."

What does the Dungeon master say?