Investigate the clothes.

These dresses must belong to Lady Rinelda Grimdrop. Some of them look valuable. They might even have jewels or gold lace sewn into them. I step towards one of the piles and begin to rifle through it, hoping to find treasure.

I'm not prepared for what happens next. My breeches pull themselves down around my ankles, exposing my slender, boyish hips and my plain cotton panties. I jump and spin around, looking for the prankster, intending to give them a piece of my mind. Nobody's there. I'm wondering what just happened when my shirt comes alive, pulling itself up and off my head. I'm still wrestling with it when my bra comes unclasped, baring my full strawberry-nippled breasts, and my panties spring to life. First they pull me up, drawing tight between my buttocks and lifting me off my feet, then they pull down, flying off my legs before I can get control of them again. They take my breeches with them. In just under a minute I've been stripped completely naked.

My clothes dart away from my grasping fingers to bury themselves in the heart of the pile. It's some kind of magical prank, of course. Maybe set up by one of Lady Rinelda's maids to embarrass a rival, or maybe designed to humiliate sneaky little thieves like me. Either way, I've lost all my clothes and I'm not very happy about it.