The Uniting Power of Love Triangles! Midlife Dance Crisis!
(So in this party, the male human rogue, the female fetchling mage, and the elf princess are slowly dancing the romantic “will they/won’t they?”. All three are charming, high charisma characters. the mage has been trying to fight years of repression to figure out what her orientation is, the rogue likes the mage but is willing to bow out and play wingman if she decides she’s not into him, the princess is a friendly lass whose natural stoicism makes her hard to read, and both the rogue and mage are wondering if they have a chance with her. This has actually solved more problems than its caused.
Example: The party decided to attend a village dance. The rogue had his dance with the mage, where they both admitted they didn’t know how to dance. Then the princess grabs the mage and hits the dance floor. While the rogue’s taking a break, an incredibly handsome man walks up to him…)
Stranger: Are those two lovely ladies free?
Rogue: …I think they’re taken with each other, if you get my meaning.
Stranger: Well, I’ve been looking for a wife, and the desire for prosperity will change that, I think.
Rogue (Squicked out): …Oh really?
Stranger (Too proud for his own good): I’m the Marquis. I can provide a dowry of 10,000 gold.
Rogue: …Who do you think I am, their dad?
(After he has his fun playing Prince Charming (and getting an admittedly impressive diplomacy check) He eventually backs off.)
Marquis: It would be a blessing to see you again. (leaves)
Mage: Well, I’m going to get a drink.
Princess: [Rogue], would you care to dance?
Rogue: I’d love to. Did you get a look at that mozzarella cheeseball?
Princess: He seemed nice.
Rogue: Yeah, less nice considering he came to me offering a dowry of 10,000 gold.
Princess: Oh you’re joking, I’m not worth that much.
Rogue: Clearly you have a poor estimate of your worth, but seriously, do I look old enough to be your dad?
Princess: Ha! You’re barely old enough to be my baby brother.
Rogue: Heh. Well, (overdramatic bow) “T'was a blessing to share this dance with thee, milady.” (kisses her hand)
Princess: You know he’s gone, right?
Rogue: Eh. *shrug*
(The mage said he looked more like a roguish gentleman than her dad. Jury’s still out on what ship will sail, if any. But all agree that the standoffish paladin dancing with the lustful halfling thief by swinging her around like nunchucks was the best 300 gold ever spent.)