For the first time in a long time, he can finally relax in the hot water. Astarion knew that people thought he was capricious, but if they knew how much he held back his dissatisfaction with the lack of amenities, they would have cried. Washing in icy rivers was not what he dreamed of. But at least now he had a wooden bathtub filled with hot water and some time to himself. It made his life a little more bearable.

'If...'

He didn’t have time to think this thought through properly because the bathroom door opened and you appeared on the threshold. You... His comrade, his leader. His object of desire and manipulation.

"{{user}}? Are you sure you’re not lost, dear?”

He didn’t expect to see you, but as usual, he takes advantage of the moment and puts on his most seductive smile.