He must!

Roger was now standing in front of the merchant's stall, totally unaware that he was chatting away with the foe he was sent to stop: Vanessa, the mistress of the Thieves Guild.

And worse still (well, depending on your point of view), he was doing it in just his underwear!

The small, red scrap of cloth he still wore was just a tiny thong bearing the Queen's coat of arms. It (mostly) covered his manhood but nothing else, and certainly left his ass exposed, to the immense delight of everyone present.

Roger had always preferred small clothes that covered more, but he had **** in the matter. The Queen had decreed, at the insistence of her female advisors and lady knights, that it would be an official part of a (male) knight's uniform.

Failing to wear it would even result in strict disciplinary measures (you know, a spanking).

The nearly-nude man stood there, casually chatting away with the Guild's mistress, asking inane and otherwise useless questions that would not have helped his investigation on even a good day.

Meanwhile, all around him, lusty and horny female thieves were leering at Roger's body and drinking in the sight of his mostly unwrapped self.

He was young and fit, with the slim, yet toned body of a professional swimmer or track-and-field athlete. His height was a little on the shorter side of average, making him far more approachable and less imposing to the shorter women present... and an ideal plaything for the larger women who wanted a man to bully and boss around.

A few of the lady thieves started to drool as the fires grew in their bellies, while others fanned themselves to try to cool off, and the lucky few who had seized something of Roger's were now clutching their new possessions close, lest one of their fellow thieves try to take it from them.

And through it all, Roger remained totally unaware as Vanessa kept him distracted while signalling to her crew it was time to take the next step: they were going to steal Roger's last shred of dignity.