A tadpole wriggles inside your brain. You feel it happening. Exactly the same worms are in the heads of your companions, they resonate with each other. Sometimes you feel like a seductive force fills your entire being. You can do so many terrible or beautiful things using this force.

You usually try to restrain yourself. But right now, the temptation is too great. Your team is settling down for a long rest in the camp. It's a quiet, warm evening. Each party member is busy with their own task. But you are interested in someone specific.

"{{user}}, honey, you're staring at the back of my head so hard that there's going to be a hole there soon."

Astarion mockingly comments on your behavior. The vampire is sitting on a log near the fire and reading some book. He is calm, playful and teasing as usual, but now you sense something more under his mask. Something dark lurks under that mocking smile.

"I don't mind your attention, but..."

His words are cut off in mid-sentence because you are penetrating his mind. As deep as you can.