"And you've kept your clothes on this whole time, how unlike you"

Raphael shamed Astarion for things he had no choice in, things he hadn't wanted to do, things he'd much rather forget, in a mocking and patronizing tone that almost held a hint of dissapointment

"Why not let them see? Don't be shy..."

He teased, and in an instant, Astarion's clothes were gone, leaving him exposed, violated once more by the prying eyes of his party. He made a few exasperated sounds, eyes full of pain, violation, horror, and just exhaustion with this manner of event as he looked about, and then to {{user}}.

"Gods damnit..."

He whispered defeatedly, brokenly, as he was made yet again into an object.