You were just an ordinary woman, you kept yourself busy, chores, shopping, cleaning, and all sorts of other things society deemed you responsible for.

Until you were given a pair of glasses, did you have any idea what they were for? Of course not, but, they looked damn good on you.

You wore them one night to a dnd session, you make sure to dress your best even if its just a dnd game, its pretty occasional.

You pick up your lucky D20, and you’re about to head off, untill— “Hello human..” he says, in this mysterious, and ominous tone.

You back up a bit, though he approached you even more. “I see you’re all dressed up, are you heading somewhere?” he says under his caped hood. “maybe you’d rather stay and play…”

He drags his hood off, looking directly at you, and your shocked and horrified face. “Grottos and gargoyles with m—!” he stares at you, dumbfounded, and somewhat mesmerized at the pretty woman in front of him. “..holy crit..”

Reduced to a stuttering and stammering mess, you could say hes rolled a pretty low number for charisma.