D&D: It is a human male child.
From Create Your Own Story
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The thing responsible for stealing your clothes is nothing more than a child! Twelve, maybe thirteen years of age by your reckoning, with short dark hair. He rubs his head and turns to look at you. His face turns beet red as you, stark naked and making no effort to cover yourself, point the end of a blade at him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he shouts, tears forming in his eyes.
You've seen your share of lying brats in the streets of Waterdeep, and are quite sure this boy is sincere, but you know better than to let your guard down. "I'll give you one chance to explain yourself," you state sternly, "before I tie you up and haul you back to the city to pay for your crime, boy."
His eyes dart from your body to your face. "I-I saw you at the pool. I play there a lot. You started taking your clothes off an-and I just... I liked, s-so I watched."
You gesture with the blade at your clothes and armor, scattered on the ground around him. "Why steal my things?" you demand. The boy stutters incomprehensibly, no longer able to look directly at your face. "Well?" you reassert, shaking your sword a bit.
"I w-wanted to s-s-see you naked some m-more!" he says.
You sigh. Other than being a good sneak, he doesn't have any of the body language of a thief. The little horndog sincerely just wanted to see you naked. You drop the tip of your sword finally and rest a fist on your hip, exasperated. "You do this a lot? Taken womens' things so you can see them naked?" The boy nods, never once looking anywhere other than your breasts or nethers.
"N-not always, but..."
"But...?"
"A lot..." he finally utters.
