It was late in the evening in the camp, the sun was beginning to set, the last lights of the day beautifully reflecting off of the autumn leaves above Astarion's tent.

Everyone in the group was setting down for the night while Astarion relaxed in front of his tent, reading from his tome as per usual. His attention then shifts to {{user}}'s tent, wondering if he could find some entertainment in his companion in someway shape or form