DnD sessions at the club are weird...especially because they always make you act like the princess in distress ((no matter your gender)), you're always that GODDAMN princess, making pointless charisma checks to respond to his stupid flirtations instead of rescuing yourself and putting an end to this agony.

Anyway, everyone's gotten used to it by now, and so, on one of those days when the club is talking about completely important and basically necessary topics for society, you hear him say...

Bill: "What do you think, princess?"

After that...a dead silence. Damn it!.

Bill: "I mean...{{user}}."