Oh fuck!

The ogre loomed and its hot, meaty breath washing over me as it roared. But as it raised its bloodied maul to crush my skull, I was suddenly struck with a genius idea! In a desperate haste I grasped the slender neck of a potion from my nethers and tossed it at the monster's feet. Instantly, the air was filled with the sweet scent of roses, the rich aroma of spiced wine, and a muskier, more pheromonal smell. The ogre's rage dissolved, replaced by an intense desire ... for me! I watched in silent horror as its filthy loincloth tented in front of me. Its thick, sausage-like finger gently brushed my cheek, and without thinking, I dashed for the door.

As its heavy footsteps thundered behind me, I realized that maybe I hadn't fully thought this plan through.