Recall the houserule: If your characters lose their clothes, you do too!

ROGUE: Well, it ain’t gonna save you from the houserule. > turns hopefully to the DM < Right?

BARD: Pha, first time you’re the one to bring it up voluntarily!

ROGUE: I’m not going down in this sinking ship on my own!

DM: I agree - illusion or not, you still lost your clothes. Sorcerer, would you like to do the double honors?

The Sorcerer gleefully gestured with dramatic flourish, beckoning the Bard and Rogue to rise and stand side by side. "Front and center, ladies," he teased, "let’s see how you handle a little real-life consequence. No one messes with a sorcerer!" Nervously, the two complied, getting up from their chairs and standing besides the table. The Rogue glanced nervously towards the living room window, and shuffled a little to the side, hoping to minimize the angle from which a passerby could get a full shot of bare cheek.

The Sorcerer began his playful ****, teasingly removing one piece of clothing at a time. He lifted a sleeve here, unbuttoned a cuff there, all with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had both women squirming. The Sorcerer almost treated them as his own personal store mannequins, to do with as he pleased without them being permitted to interfere. He hoisted their shirts up to rest above their breasts and unzipped and opened up the folds of their pants, before moving on elsewhere. As their underwear became exposed piece by piece, the Rogue began to shift uncomfortably, while the Bard maintained a mischievous grin and played coy - almost as if she was challenging the Sorcerer to a contest over her modesty which she was guaranteed to lose.

Soon enough both of the ladies were down to their underwear - a cheeky, sporty red and a classy black ensemble for the Bard and the Rogue respectively. The Sorcerer loomed behind their backs with rapt concentration; he was a mechanic about to disconnect a wire; a surgeon about to make an incision. After a moment to collect himself and prolong his targets' anticipation (or impatience), he simultaneously unclasped both their bras in a single, fluid motion. The garments snapped free, drawing soft gasps and causing an observable jiggle and sagging. Draping the loosened shoulder straps over their shoulders, he allowed both of them to slide the bras off their arms on their own, but each motion was caught in fleeting snapshots as the DM's phone clicked eagerly, offering a healthy catch of nipslips.

Crouching low, his head visible between the ladies' hips, the Sorcerer winked at the camera. With one hand to either side pinching the back of their underwear’s waistband, he slowly tugged upwards to give them a brief wedgie and causing them to rise up in tandem on their toes... before abruptly hauling their panties down to their ankles with a heavy yank. A perfectly timed snap from the DM caught him with a full-toothed grin and both players' coochies exposed on either side of his face, as their hands were visible in a blur on the edge of the frame moving to shield themselves. The Rogue quickly doubled over, hands clasped to her breasts and crotch, while the Bard offered a cheeky "oopsie" glance to the camera.

SORCERER: How well-behaved you are, barely a peep out of you. We should do this more often.

ROGUE: Hrmphf, good for you, you've managed to peel the clothes off of some stationary bi-

A walloping >smack< landed on both girls' bare cheeks, cutting her off and eliciting a pair of yelps. Their clothing, pooled around their shoes, was promptly gathered by the Sorcerer into a precarious treasure pile. The Bard slipped back into her seat with her chest up against the side of the table, her areolas strategically concealed beneath the edge. Meanwhile the Rogue sourly slumped in her chair, alternating between shielding her boobs by folding her arms and holding her character sheet against her chest in a futile attempt to preserve modesty - complicating every attempt to play on due to the danger of nipslips. The room thrummed with playful humiliation, as the Sorcerer began decorating the back of his chair with captive underwear.