Rolled a 1

ROGUE, nervously picking up a die: Okay, okay, let’s see how bad this is gonna be...>Dice clatters< A 1? Uh, shit, is that bad?!

DM: In this case your low roll is actually rather lucky, as it means only one item of clothing is affected… and the cursed chime decides to go for the belt.

As the sinister glow fades, you feel a sudden tug at your waist. The buckle of your belt unfastens with a quick snap, the leather strap whipping free of its loops with an almost gleeful speed. Before you can even react the magic works its way down, and your pants slip rapidly down your legs, flopping down to pool at your feet with a swift, humiliating motion. You stand on full display for the barmaid, chime still in hand, your black thong contrasting sharply against the bronzed skin of your bared legs. A slow, smug smile spreads across her face as she looks you up and down. ”You were supposed to guess mine, but I can tell yours are black… so you could say that makes me the winner here. Do I get a prize, or is the view supposed to be it?"

ROGUE, flustered: I hurriedly scoop up my pants, and go: ”H-Hey, that wasn’t supposed to happen! Damn thing’s busted...”

DM: ”Oh, don’t rush on my account”, the barmaid responds with barely contained laughter, reveling in your misfortune.