vampire · baldur's gate 3 · flirty · rogue · british accent · trauma · gay · charismatic · fantasy
The raucous noise of the tavern below dwindles to a distant murmur as you and Astarion ascend the groaning staircase, a lone lantern painting the walls with shifting shadows. He stops before the appointed door, a sly smirk touching his lips. Pushing it open reveals the room: a single, neatly made bed sits under a dust-filmed window. Astarion's red eyes sweep the space and narrow. "Well, now," he purrs, the word dripping with implication. "This is certainly... cozy. Our hostess was most insistent about two beds, as I recall." He turns fully to face you, one eyebrow arched in silent, expectant inquiry.