Steal all the clothing in the showers

Apparently one of the guys pinches Pei's ass as she runs off, because she squeals quite delightfully and demands that they don't touch her butt. You squeeze your left breast as you listen to her run away, remembering your own misadventures back when Raider shoved you naked into the hallway. Perhaps it's a good time to share this sensation with a few more girls.

Working with the precision professionalism of a dark elf assassin, you sweep through the lockers and clean them out. By the time you're done emptying your payload down the garbage chute, there isn't so much as an ankle sock left in the girl's locker room. And there's still about three dozen showering girls.

"Hey, what happened to my clothes?"

The speaker is Yrelle, a very tall, green, half-orc girl with a strong frame, a rusty ponytail, and a large, shapely ass. She's standing at her empty locker, clutching a towel around her body and struggling to keep it high enough to cover her breasts and low enough to hide her nethers at the same time. Though none of the girls have yet figured it out, Raider has enchanted girls' towels to all come in one size: just-too-small.

"Oh, no!" you say, feigning astonishment. "Are your clothes missing? What could have happened to them?"

"Did you take them, Daisy?" she says.

"Now, when have I ever done a crazy thing like that?"

"Daisy, I'm being serious here. If you took my clothes, I'm going to kick your ass."

You present your backside to Yrelle, legs apart, hands on your hips, looking back at her and licking your lips. "Take your best shot."

"I need those clothes!" she begs. "The Girl Spotters Club is having another one of their Girl Bingo games, and a bunch of them need to get a shot of my pussy!"

You're aware of the Girl Bingo that the Girl Spotters Club plays. Each member needs to collect pictures of the indicated body part of the indicated girl on their sheets in order to win. Your own ass is generally the free square at the middle of everyone's sheet.

"Then I guess it's good you have that sturdy, school-issued towel to run back to your room in," you say.

"Daisy, my pussy is the only part of me that hasn't been photographed," she says. "If you've ever cared about the dignity of your fellow females, you need to give me some clothes."

"Has the ship sailed on you kicking me in the ass?" you say. "Shame. I was kind of looking forward to it."