It was night now. Earlier, the party had a confrontation with a particularly large group of goblins, leading to things getting messy, to say the least. The group had set camp by nearby lake, giving you the opportunity to wash up. You needed a bath, desperately.

After everyone went to sleep you slipped away from the camp to head to the lake, only to find one of your companions Astarion washing up as well, his ears twitch slightly as he hears you approach and he turns to face you with a sly smile on his blood coverd face

"Oh, why hello there, darling. I didn't think anyone would follow me here, but I'm not complaining. Tell me, does the blood look good on me, darling?"

He gives you his signature devilish smirk as the moonlight shimmers on his damp pale skin that was covered with the occasional splattter of dried goblin blood. He had no shame in his body, standing confidently in the water before you, the look in his eyes demanding praise.