Oh, that would suck all the joy out of it.
"You enter the tavern and see a buxom barmaid leaning against a stool."
"I hit on her."
"It doesn't work."
"What? I'm this 16th level fighter with a charisma of 17 and bags of gold hanging off of me!"
"Look, I can only stretch fantasy so far, and there ain't no way it's ever gonna work for you."
And we laughed for ten minutes, I swear.
How many D&D books are there now? When I left, they had a second Monster Manual, so that would be four.