Wait

Your host bends his knees, and you realize he's about to leap down towards the unsuspecting women. (WAIT!! You... err... we can't just jump down in the middle of two seasoned fighters, even if they are drunk! We have to be smart... like a frog. If they hopped around chasing every fly they see, they'd never catch any. They wait patiently, and when the time is right, BAM!"

Lizardman lets out a low hiss, not appreciating being compared to a frog; but you succeed in getting him to pause for a minute while he processes the thoughts you sent bouncing around his head. Your patience is soon rewarded.

After taking another swig of her drink, Cassandra looks at her sister, and her eyes widen in horror. She slaps her sister on the shoulder, then across the chest.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Sophitia exclaims.

"There's purple spiders crawling all over your dress!" Cassandra shouts, giving her sister another slap. "There's too many! I can't get them all! You'll have to take off your dress and burn it!" She reaches over to tear the dress off her sister's body.

"Okay, okay." Sophitia steps back, unbuttoning her dress. This was one of her favorites, and she didn't want it ruined. "But we don't have to burn it... just umm... stick it in the chest over there and lock it."

Cassandra takes the dress, but never makes it to the chest. "Oh, what a nice soft blankie," she coos, stroking the dress fondly. Then she curls up on the floor, clutching the dress tightly like a little child, and quickly passes out.

"Oh, Cassandra," Sophitia sighs, shaking her head. She turns towards the stairs, clad only in her undergarments. You get a good view of her shapely body before she disappears from your sight.