Sorcerer: Mage Hand

SORCERER: I lean forward with a smile. ”Well, I don’t think that should be too hard. Allow me,” and I make a gesture with my hand and conjure forth my Mage hand.

BARD: “Aaah, the old cop-a-feel hand. Essential to any pervy sorc’s toolkit.”

SORCERER: ”Pot, meet kettle, who’s used it for her own equally stimulating activities.” Anyway, I send the Mage Hand off underneath the barmaid’s skirt as soon as she’s busy waiting tables.

BARD leaned in her chair with a smile: ”Just FYI, I’m not judging. Coppafeel away.”

DM: Sleight of hand check please.

SORCERER: >Clunk< That’s a seventeen. Hopefully her perception score isn’t too high.

DM: >Rolls a die behind the screen, before turning to the players< With a mischievous flick of your fingers you surreptitiously summon a spectral hand into being, and send the ephemeral appendage off, darting across the tavern floor and zigzagging between tablelegs and humanoid legs before sliding up underneath the hem of the barmaid's long skirt. The barmaid seems unaware of the intrusion, as a gentle breeze awakens beneath her attire. The Mage Hand ventures deeper and trails up the back of her legs until it reaches the upper curvature and it encounters the soft fabric of her panties. With the utmost care, the magical fingers tease the panties downward, inch by inch. The fabric yields willingly, sliding down her legs ever so subtly, responding to the conjuration's touch in a secret downward dance.

Soon enough you see the garment drop out from beneath her skirt as they make a final plunge towards the floor, resting around her ankles. Your timing is impeccable, as the Mage Hand quickly tugs at the pooled underwear and slips it free from around her feet the moment she lifts them to attend to another table. The spectral hand begins a silent return journey, maneuvering like a sly rogue across the crowded tavern floor with barely a whisper and delivering the crimson delicates into your waiting lap. The barmaid has remained blissfully oblivious of the heist.