Rogue accepts a forfeit

The BARD folded her arms and grinned at the Rogue: You know, I don’t mind taking a forfeit… but since you would ‘t, I don’t want you to feel awkward being the only one left naked at the table.

ROGUE scoffed: Are you saying I’m afraid of a little forfeit?

BARD: Oh of course not darling, I’m just saying I don’t know if it’s physically possible for your blush to get any redder as it already is.

ROGUE: Hrumpf! I’m… I’m not scared of anything. Especially not some dumb dare.

The BARD let a slow grin spread across her face: Oh? Well, since you’re feeling brave… how about something nice and simple?

ROGUE, eyes narrowing: That tone is never good.

BARD: Relax, it’s nothing complicated. You just have to, uh… run across the street real quick, up the porch of one of the houses. Knock, and then stand there counting to... let's say twenty, before you’re allowed to run back.

ROGUE: People live there!

BARD: Yup, that’s how houses work, darling.

SORCERER: I like this idea.

BARD: Oh! And while you're counting you gotta lift up your boobs with your hands the whole time.

ROGUE: You have got to be kidding me.

The BARD shrugged: Hey, if you don't wanna get your clothes back it's no skin off my nose.