You admit it was you!

“Sorry Sonya. My mistake,” you apologise.

“What in the name of Tempus is going on here?” demands your barbarian comrade, his gruff voice echoing off the high walls.

“Gremlins! We’re being attacked by gremlins!” cries the elven mage, her voice high-pitched with alarm.

“What?! Where!” You blindly swing your sword about as you hear mischievous laughter. “How do you know! Can you see?”

“No, but I can feel them!” The elf shrieks as tiny hands tug at her clothes. “Give that back! They’re stealing my clothing!” More lewd laughter can be heard.

Panic ensues as party members fumble in the blinding light, trying to fend off the unseen gremlins. Your hand brushes against something small and nimble, and you feel the cool metal of Unmanner being snatched away. The room fills with the sound of ripping fabric and surprised yelps. The gremlins are everywhere, their little hands groping and pulling.

They seem to be stealing everything!!!

The gremlins, clever little tricksters, take full advantage of the chaos. They swarm around the blinded adventurers, their bodies twitching with glee as they begin to disrobe them. The elf's fine silk robes are the first to go, shredded by the gremlins' sharp claws as they snicker and playfully toss the strips into the air. The barbarian's fur cloak is next, the creatures seemingly enjoying the challenge of tugging it from his mighty shoulders.

The air is filled with the sound of fabric tearing and metallic jingles as the gremlins work their way through the party's gear. You feel a tug at your own tunic, at your belt buckle, on your cloak. One pushes you back and you trip over another behind you. Then they steal your boots and pants! In moments you are naked!

Panic rises in your throat, but you refuse to be a victim. You swing wildly, trying to catch one of the little thieves, but they are too fast. You can hear the party members around you struggling, their curses and grunts punctuating the gremlin's giggles. The floor is cold against your bare skin as you stumble around. One flicks your cock and you realise these little deviants are having a laugh at your expense!

"This isn't funny!" you shout, your voice echoing off the marble walls. The gremlins laughter retreats.

You swear as your vision returns. You stand naked into the hall. All your gear and items stolen. Everyone else is just as naked. Black Sonja’s carpets match her drapes and Amra the Barbarian has a manhood of a girth and length that puts yours to shame.

This is a problem. Then you blink as a map floats in front of you. You grab it and realise it shows where you are! You’re in the hallway marked 5… “um hey. I have a map! Which room should we go into?” You ask.