The Bard gets a little

BARD: "His DICK!!" I yell, as I come up behind him and pull his pants down!

SORCERER: "Hey!"

BARD: And I pull his underpants down too! Bitch! Haha, thought could get the better of me? I invented the shame-game, you're on my turf! If-

ROGUE: Please don't say it...

BARD: -you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen!!

DM: Ahem, Sorcerer, I didn't ever expect I'd be asking this during a D&D session but... how excited is your character down there? Flaccid? Half-chub? Leaning tower?

SORCERER, laughing: After those fishnet shenanigans at the table just a minute ago? Oh, fully fucking erect. 

BARD: Always locked and loaded I see.

DM: Well, as you get your comeuppance from the Bard, your member abruptly whips out and lashes into view, trembling in the torchlight. The barmaid freezes - eyes wide - her hands clapping over her mouth to stifle a laugh, or an appreciative gasp perhaps. Finally, the quivering appendage comes to a halt. The taut shaft arcs out from beneath the hemline of your shirt and the tip nearly reaches high enough to reach the countertop. Nearby patrons are offered a view in profile and begin to jeer and whistle, or shout "Nice penis!" In the corner a surly tiefling lady licks her lips with her forked tongue. Every subtle movement from your hips sends a little shiver through it. What do you do?

SORCERER: I immediately pull my pants up of course, and tuck my glorious cock away. > glances at the Bard player < A monstrous effort, as you'll undoubtedly understand.