Milkshake

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The party has arrived in a new, unfriendly town, and we’re looking into a tavern for a room.
I, the very charismatic and cocky bard, saunter up to the owner.
“Hello, I’m the very famous Elyra and these are my groupies/backup dancers. May we have a room for the night, in exchange for the blessing of my sweet, sweet music in your ears?”
It’s a tense moment, the entire tavern looks ready for a fight. The DM is smiling evilly.
I roll for persuasion. Nat 20.
The DM is shocked, and we’re given a discount of one gold per room.
The entire tavern is soon singing along while the rest of the party is forced to dance
“My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard…”