They stared at my body as I continued to stand before them, the outfit teasing the edges of my nipples and front of the black thong outlining my pussy lips. It was almost worse than being naked, somehow naughtier and sluttier. I took a deep breath, equal parts exhilarated and anxious.

“Well,” I said, glancing around the table, “If the water looks that inviting, it’d be a shame to let this opportunity slip by.” My voice carried a teasing edge, and I could see Mckenzie gripping his pen a little tighter.

“Kaelyra begins to undo her straps,” I announced, reaching up to my shoulders. My fingers grazed the leather bands. I could feel the weight of their stares, their curiosity, their conflicted thoughts. The tension in the air was palpable, and I reveled in it. Kaelyra wasn’t just commanding attention; she was owning it. “She lets them fall away, piece by piece…”

“W-wait!” Jim stammered, his voice breaking through the spell. “Is this really necessary? Like, we’re just…we’re just playing the game!”

“I know,” I said, cocking an eyebrow as I looked at him. “This is roleplaying, isn’t it? Kaelyra wouldn’t hesitate. She’s bold. Fearless. Confident.” I let my words hang in the air, watching as Jim shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His eyes flicked to Mckenzie for support, but our Dungeon Master was frozen, clearly torn between maintaining professionalism and indulging in the immersive chaos I was creating.

“Uh…” Mckenzie cleared his throat. “I mean, if that’s how Kaelyra would act, then…you know…who am I to say otherwise? The cavern is warm, the air humid. It’s—uh—perfectly reasonable for her to—uh—take a dip.”

Mike snorted, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama. “I mean, let’s be real here—this is exactly the kind of shit Tieflings get up to. She’s playing the character perfectly. Let her do her thing.”

I shot Mike a playful smile. “Thank you, rogue. Someone here gets it.” With that, I slowly unclasped the velvet cape. It slid from my shoulders, pooling onto the chair behind me, leaving my straps and sheer thong as the only barriers between me and complete exposure.

“Kaelyra lets her cape fall away,” I narrated, deliberately stepping into my role, lifting it behind me with my pointed foot. “She feels the warm cavern air kiss her skin as she begins to unbuckle the leather…” My fingers traced the straps at my waist, and I paused, savoring the moment, before looking up at Mckenzie. “How’s the water reacting?”

Mckenzie blinked, his focus snapping back to his notes as if he’d been caught in a daze. “The—the water ripples gently, almost as if it’s…anticipating your presence.” He swallowed hard. “It’s…inviting, like it’s calling out to you.”

“Perfect,” I purred, letting my hands drop to my sides. I slid the straps over my hips, the leather creaking softly as I slowly unbuckled the binding on my right breast, feeling the rudden rush of air on my nipple, which hardened immediately. I opened the clasp slightly and paused like this, looking around at them.

Mike’s eyes were wide, his face revealing a barely concealed lust that made my pussy ache. Jim sat rigid, his face a mix of frustration and poorly concealed curiosity. Mckenzie, ever the composed Dungeon Master, was scribbling furiously in his notebook, though his eyes kept darting upward, betraying his concentration.

Was I really about to show my D&D group my huge tits? I hadn’t even shown some of my past boyfriends my breasts…

Fuck it, I thought. It’s what Kaelyra would want.

I took a deep breath and unclasped the other side, letting both of my larges breasts free and pushing them together. And although I didn't have the confidence to look them in the eyes at that moment, the sudden exhilaration of being half naked before them was incredible. I felt embarrassed at how hard my nipples were already, how much they were begging for attention, to be sucked and licked and teased and…

I was getting ahead of myself. I lifted the straps over my head and let them fall to the floor, kicked the discarded pieces aside, leaving myself in just the sheer thong. Had my pussy swelled or had the panties somehow shrunk? It didn’t make sense, but they somehow felt tighter against my clit, and I could feel their gazes linger on the barely-there fabric as I turned, giving them a full view.

“I approach the water’s edge,” I continued, my voice low and deliberate. “And I stand there for a moment, basking in the heat of the glowing pool before slowly slipping into the water…”

“Wait,” Mike said, clearing his throat. “It seems unwise to me that Kaelyra would bathe in garments made of man.” And then, in a lower voice, addressing me with his head bowed; “I speak of your panties, Enigmatic Sorceress of the Inferno.”

Mckenzie’s pen froze mid-sentence. Mike’s sudden boldness hung in the air like a challenge, and all eyes turned to him. His smirk made it clear he was enjoying the tension as much as I was.

“An astute observation,” Mckenzie said after a long pause, his voice carefully measured. “After all, Kaelyra is no ordinary mortal. She’s a Tiefling sorceress, one whose connection to the elements transcends such trivialities as modesty.”

I raised an eyebrow, unsure if I was loving or hating how much they were running with the concept. I was already half naked, what more did they want from me?

Mike chimed in again before I had a chance to reply. “Does this mean Kaelyra is expected to remove her final piece of armor?”

Mckenzie hesitated. “Well…if the party deems it necessary for immersion, we should resolve this the proper way. With a roll.”

Jim groaned audibly, covering his face with his hands. “Are we seriously rolling dice to determine whether or not she takes off her underwear?”

“Seems fair,” Mike said, grabbing his D20. “If it’s about the game, then let the dice decide.”

“Fine,” Jim muttered. “But make it a high DC. Like, really high.”

Mckenzie adjusted his glasses, regaining a shred of his usual composure. “Let’s call it a persuasion check. Kaelyra must persuade the water spirits that her complete vulnerability will ensure their favor. DC 18.”

I picked, suddenly aware that my last remaining shred of modesty relied on a dice roll.

I held my breath, tossing the die across the table, letting it bounce and spin before coming to a stop.