"See, this is why I packed my clothes away when we came in here." Mir had indeed dropped all her clothing into the inventory, stripping her usual dark mage gear for what her character model had equipped even in extremis. And while she didn't normally equip swords, she *was* carrying a ritual dagger she'd picked up a few dungeons back that was made for slicing up the clothes of sacrificial victims. She just wished the hilt didn't skew quite so phallic.

She got close and started cutting, but where to begin? The arm stuck to Lin's hair was a good place, so she could at least get loose and move to catch herself when she fell. "Is this stuff actually stuck to your hair, or can we get you out without doing a trim?"

[OOC: Maybe while Mir is cutting Lin loose, some monsters ambush them, or the next room has an aphro trap for two naked adventurers? ]