Rogue: Chime of opening

ROGUE: I shrug. ”Suit yourself, ” and I discreetly pull out the Chime of opening and point it at her.

SORCERER: Oh hell yes, I forgot we had that!!

BARD: Wait, remind me what that does again?

ROGUE, pulling out the item card and reading from it: You can strike the chime as an action, pointing it at an object within 120 feet of you that can be opened, such as a door, lid, or lock. The chime issues a clear tone, and one lock or latch on the object opens unless the sound can't reach the object. If no locks or latches remain, the object itself opens. Each use takes up a charge so I guess I just wave it around a couple times and use up several charges. I'm pretty certain that technically clothes are objects, so I'm pointing it at the barmaid’s skirt and blouse in order to get these 'objects' to 'open'.

SORCERER: Hahaha, clothes are objects! Can't talk your way out of that one!

DM: Oh shit! Well then... As the chime emits a series of soft tinkling sounds, the effects are almost immediate. Suddenly, the barmaid's blouse and skirt begin to loosen; their buttons and clasps begin to undo themselves seemingly of their own accord, unfastening with a rapid sequence of soft clicks. Her blouse falls open to reveal her copious cleavage, adorned in a red lacy bra, before the blouse slides off her shoulders under the compulsion of the chime's magic. The skirt's waistband slips loose, causing it to gracefully slide down her hips and pool at her feet, with the blouse following moments later in a graceful cascade of fabric. Caught off guard, the barmaid gasps, her face reddening with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment as she's left standing next to the counter in her red lace underwear, the provocative scene witnessed by the entire tavern.

ROGUE, smirking: "Told you we should've gone to the back. By the way, your underwear is red. Just thought you should know."

DM: The barmaid manages to stammer "W- wha.." when, as if on cue, her bra also unexpectedly unclasps on its own, causing her boobs to spring free. She lets out a startled yelp, her hands instinctively moving to cover her exposed chest, while around you the tavern erupts into a mix of laughter, catcalls, and shocked whispers. The barmaid's cheeks turn scarlet and she quickly drops down to gather up her clothes before ducking behind the counter to put them back on.