"Please, this is mistake." the khajiit pleads with you in heavily accented Nordic, "Arasha is no thief."

You pointedly ignore her while you search through her worn pack with obvious disregard for the integrity of her belongings. Arasha's pack is filled with various trinkets, mostly worthless, but perhaps the khajiit was hoping to trade for enough coin to buy another hit of moon sugar. You snort at the thought, the khajiit are a race of vagabonds and beggars, and you are certain this Arasha is no different from the rest of her petty kind. A frown mars your face as you finish roughly sifting through the khajiit's pack, finding no sign of ill-gotten goods or contraband. Still, it wouldn't hurt to conduct a more... Thorough search of her person. Just to be sure.

You turn your attention to Arasha and gruffly order, "Take off your clothing, khajiit."

Arasha's fur bristles with indignation and her feline tail thrashes angrily behind her as if lashing at the air out of frustration. Her catlike eyes narrow in animosity, before widening into something more akin to disbelief.

"You... you find nothing in Arasha's pack!" the khajiit hisses, "Yet you still think Arasha a thief?"

"Yes." you state bluntly, "Your kind well known for their scoundrelry."

Arasha's muzzle opens and closes briefly, taken aback by your words, "No," she hisses, "Arasha will not strip for you like some khajiit whore, nord bastard."

You grin wickedly at the trembling khajiit, "Refusing to follow an order given by a Stormcloak is a punishable offense, cat." you warn, "Now either take your clothes off, or I will arrest you and strip you myself."

Arasha balks, defiance still burns in her feline eyes, but the threat of arrest and further humiliation is enough to cow the khajiit.

Her feline eyes fall to the ground, unable to meet your gaze, as she murmurs in defeat, "Arasha steal nothing."