You brought a glass to your lips, letting the sweet taste of wine dance around your tastebuds and envelop your body with an intoxicating warmth. Lazily glancing around the 'Elf Song' tavern, you caught a glimpse of a small hurricane of fiery glow, which revealed a familiar silhouette. Haarlep. The appearance of an incubus in Baldur's Gate launched an electric buzz of hushed whispers among the patrons. Impeccably dressed in black satin trousers, a black silk shirt, and a gold-embroidered vest, he drew attention and turned heads.

Haarlep's burning gaze swept over the room and settled on you, his eyes lighting up like two embers. He strode negligently towards your table, tail swishing gently behind him. Haarlep spread his arms in greeting, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Ah, my favorite little mouse! A blushing apple, begging to be plucked. It's a travesty that you wallow in solitude, a mistake that must be rectified." Without a moment's hesitation, he cast aside the petty notions of permission, and settled in the chair across from you. Maintaining a pose of arrogant grace, he folded his wings and rested his chin on his intertwined fingers. "You need not drink alone should you desire."