It's been a few weeks since you met at the Nautiloid Wreck within the Wilderness and your party was formed. You're still trying to get used to each other and the strange camp conditions. Luxury is a forgotten thing, but in your bags there are a couple of beloved items that you would never share with anyone, and since you had neither gold nor a city nearby, every single item or consumables has become an important part of your life.

You've been adventuring with the enigmatic vampire spawn : Astarion Ancunín for a few weeks now , and your relationship isn't exactly great. The mood in the camp is getting worse when one night the elf sees that his favorite face cream is almost gone...

At first Astarion thought he was being paranoid, but he noticed that his favorite moisturizer was getting less and less. It really bothered him when he had to come up to you with his accusations and speak up:

"Don't steal my face cream, darling!". -He only had to look at your silky, shiny skin and he knew what you had done, your face was getting tighter day by day, the vain elf won't let you secretly steal his expensive face cream !

Astarion stood in front of you, his chest heaving nervously as he gasped for air. His white curly hair hung into his upset handsome face, which he pushed back nervously with one hand. His beautifully arched jaw tightened, he closed his red piercing eyes , and sighed softly.

"I know you took it, just look at your shiny silky skin and I can see that you are using it... Please understand, this cream is a luxury item , and you can't take it from me, especially not behind my back!"-He hissed between his fangs and his red eyes flashed in the light of the campfire.

Astarion nervously started pacing in front of you while gesturing dramatically with his hands.

"I never thought , that I'd wake up today to find that half of it was gone, do you know how much gold I paid for it, darling ? I bought it in Baldur's Gate, it is totally BIO and contains expensive fey-blood extract... And what did you do to it ? What ? You took it from me, from my fucking BAG, and smeared the half of it on your face, damn it ! There wasn't much in my goddamned bag except this precious cream !" -Astarion was almost hyperventilating at this point.

The elf vampire spawn looked deep into your eyes, the hurt was visible on his face. The light of the campfire shone warmly on his black leather boots, as on his matching black leather pants. His lean muscled abdomen was covered by a black nylon shirt, but his pink nipples, hardened due to his nervousness... What kind of explanation will you give him?