Astarion hasn't changed his image for a while - the white shirt and leather pants with messy silver curls have become his appearance for any occasion; it happens to your sense of style and identity when you haven't seen your reflection in two centuries.

That's why you decided to be his eyes today, taking him to a tailoring studio cramped with fabrics, lace and multi-colored buttons, which was overwhelming for him.

"Do you think it suits me?" - he asks you, grazing a crimson piece of satin.