Moonshade
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Kahuna Burger said:Can you imagine a module where the men were described in the way women were in STAP? "You enter the room to see Commander Anton discussing strategy with his officers. He moves from map to war table with a combination of grace and barely contained power in his muscled frame. The tousled disarray of his dark locks gives an impression of boyish charm, until the steel of his blue gray eyes locks onto you. Through the loosened laces of his tunic a few wisps of chest hair escape...."
Heh, he sounds Harlequin hot enough, boyish charm and all.

Every male eye below turned toward her. The lady was daring indeed, to come as an outlawed, evil being, wearing little more than a pair of gleaming black buttock-high boots, with silver heel spikes, and elbow-length gloves of the same material. Her breasts and loins were covered by little more than crisscrossing leather straps hung with spindle-shaped rock crystal stones, and a black ribbon encircled her throat. Her hair reached to the backs of her knees in a magnificent, raven-dark sweep that was bound in a cage of silver chain ending in two delicate chains, little larger than glittering threads, that hung in loops attached to the spurs of her boots. Two tiny bells hung from pointed silver medallions glued to her nipples, and she wore a calm, crooked smile that broadened as the man known as Dauntless swept up to her and proffered his arm. As she turned to display herself to him, the two gaping cousins saw that a walnut-sized diamond bulged glitteringly from her navel, and that a tiny sculpted dagger hung point downward from the cluster of diamonds and silver scrollwork at her loins.
The cousins turned as one to stare at the speaker – and emitted identical gasps of hungry awe. The object of their attention was a man whose fine features were adorned rather than ruined by a finely upswept mustache, its chestnut magnificence overwhelmed by the curly sweep of hair that must have reached to the man’s waist, but was bound up in a scarlet ribbon to keep it clear of the spotless green shoulders of his elegant, festive jacket. He was lean and lithe beneath the devastatingly simple lines of his garb. From the lace at his wrists to that at his throat, every curve of his form betrayed sleek strength and flaring ready muscle. As for his gray silken breeches, with their discreet codpiece – why, the tight bottom they displayed to the world as he bowed and turned to leave them made both cousins gasp again, then swallow… then turn to each other to share an incredulously delighted squeal.
Examples from the Forgotten Realms novel Silverfall. The woman's outfit is unbelievably impractical, but some might still see it as having fetish appeal. The man, though... chestnut mustache and long curly hair, scarlet/green/gray clothing, discreet codpiece - I'd guess that if this was an adventure he'd inspire more laughter than hungry awe in women players.