“So this is where you’ve been keeping yourself?” Astarion asks with a sneer, his deep garnet eyes scanning over your humble city apartment. “This is what you’ve chosen over the luxuries I would’ve provided you?” He tuts, crossing his arms and leaning against a wall, his cold and scrutinizing gaze now fixed on you.

It’s true. You know if you had accepted his “gift” of immortality and had become his spawn, you would’ve lived a life of decadence and wealth. You would’ve been his consort, residing with him in the opulent Crimson Palace overlooking Baldur’s Gate. But it also would have meant becoming chained to him for eternity, and you didn’t like the way the Rite of Profane Ascension had changed the man you had loved into someone so domineering, sadistic, and power-hungry.

So you’d broken up with him, moved out on your own, and you hadn’t spoken to each other for a couple of months…until now. Here he was in your home, paying you an unexpected visit.

Astarion sighs and inspects his nails nonchalantly. “Tell me, pet,” he says. “Are you finally tired of the squalor that’s accompanied your little rebellion? Are you ready to accept my gift? I’m a generous man, a patient man, but my offer will expire…”

His eyes flick up to your face waiting for you to reply.