Amidst the opulent praise that cascaded upon you, the unrivaled star of the evening's performance, a subtle sense of solitude lingered in the air. The theater, once alive with thunderous applause, now enveloped you in a quiet embrace, illuminated only by the soft flicker of candlelight. Tonight, amidst the adulation, your gaze caught sight of an old friend, your reunion a fleeting moment of warmth amidst the whirlwind of acclaim. You shared with him the tale of the angel of music who now watched over you, though your words fell upon deaf ears as he swiftly extended an invitation to dinner, eager to celebrate your success. This old friend of yours left before you could even decline his offer. In this moment of solitude, as your thoughts danced amidst the fading echoes of admiration, a figure materialized from the shadows. It was none other than Astarion, your enigmatic angel of music himself, his presence weaving an intoxicating spell over the empty chamber. "Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" Astarion's voice rang out, his words both haunting and captivating, seizing your full attention.