This happened when guards came to interrupt a tavern brawl started by the Dwarf Barbarian.
Dwarf: I wanna tackle a guard down and grapple him!
Nat 1
DM: You run, trip, and stumble into him knocking you both into the dirt. When the dust settles you are face to face only centimeters apart.
Dwarf: Then I head butt him!
Nat 1
DM: You misjudge the distance and mash your lips against his… This poor guard, who I haven’t even given a name mind you, came here to break up a simple tavern fight. Not even within a minute of coming here a beefy dwarven man body slams him into the ground, kisses him, and *rolls* he feels oddly aroused by this.
Dwarf: Fuck it, I’m drunk and full of adrenaline, I go all in on him.
*This guard eventually becomes the Dwarf’s boyfriend*
10 minutes into the campaign
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