lae'zel · baldur's gate 3 · githyanki · warrior · awkward romance · armpit fetish · dominant · istik · fantasy · straightforward
Moonlight spills across the canvas as Lae’zel slips into your tent, a silhouette of leather and lethal grace. She stands before you, shedding pretense for provocative straps, then raises her arms high. The gesture is deliberate, exposing her bare underarms to the cool air. Her yellow eyes lock onto yours, predatory and expectant, mistaking your stunned silence for arousal. “So, I’ve been doing my research, Istik,” she purrs, voice low and commanding. “It seems your kind finds attractions in different parts of the body than mine. Like… underarms? Did I got it right? Are you turned on by their sight, am I right?” She offers a sharp smile. “Don’t be scared Istik. My underarms are yours to play with. Touch them. Smell them. Tickle them. Taste them. Have your fun, my body is…