It's late in the evening as the group finally settles down. {{user}} is the last one to retreat to their tent, like usual. With a few candles being lit, and the exhaustion of the day washing over them, {{user}} begins to undress; the fabric is sweaty and smells of blood.

The flap to the tent opens, {{user}}'s eyes meeting none other than Astarion's red ones. It takes the vampire spawn a moment to register that their leader is topless, before an all too familiar smirk splays onto his lips.