>the big red dragon terrorizes the countryside, burninating the peasants and their thatch-roofed cottages. A knight is sent to drive her away, she figures she can just have her fun raping him for an afternoon and forget about him
>the knight showed up in a nice dress shirt instead of armor, and brought a fine vintage red wine instead of a sword. He didn't flinch or even blink when she flung a fireball past his head, and from there she had no other plan to keep him from charming his way in the front door. By morning the dragon is so embarassed she covers her face when he rolls over to kiss her.
>the knight, after several days of speaking to her like he would royalty and treating her with care, decides it's time to go home. She nonchalantly caves in the entrance and throws up her hands, as if she had nothing to do with it. Oh dear, looks like he'll have to stay a while longer. How dreadful.
>she hasn't raided a village in weeks, but she doesn't even notice. Her cute new boyfriend keeps her from getting bored, and now she's started to get a bit self-conscious of the state of her lair. They do a little redecorating. Some nice rugs. Get rid of the skulls on the walls. Get a bigger bed. That sort of thing. No big.