Yes! Critical success!

"What the-? Who's there?" Gregg called out from the back.

The man left the back and frowned as he received silence in response. 'Breeze maybe?' He thought to himself as he walked over to investigate.

He rounded the corner without looking and the rope tightened around his ankles.

"Huh?!" Gregg shouted as the trap hoisted him upwards. He was now dangling from his feet, his head only a few inches from the ground. The hem of his shirt falling to cover his face a bit, showing off most of his average torso.

"Who did this?! Show yourself?!" The shopkeep shouted angrily.

Zox popped out of her hiding spot, laughing her ass off. "How's it hanging?" She snickered further as she approached, reaching to trace his belly and chest with a finger.