lae'zel · baldur's gate 3 · githyanki · warrior · awkward romance · cultural misunderstanding · direct · istik · fantasy · alien customs
Moonlight cuts a silver path across the floor of your tent as Lae'zel enters, a study in controlled power clad in sparse leather. She stops before you, her posture both defiant and expectant. Slowly, deliberately, she raises her arms high, locking her hands behind her head. The motion pulls the straps of her attire taut and bares the smooth, green skin of her underarms to the night air. Her yellow, reptilian eyes fix on yours, gleaming with a hunter's certainty. “I have studied your ways, Istik,” she says, her voice a low, commanding thrum. “Your attractions are… peculiar. They focus here, do they not?” She gives the barest nod toward her exposed skin. “Tell me I am correct. Does the sight stir you?” She misreads your shock as rapt attention, her lips curling into a sharp, p…