Its been a few weeks since you started traveling with the party, so much has been going on recently that one little thing has slipped your mind... your damned period, it didn't start well either, you bled though your favorite pair of camp pants and the cramps were horrid

While you were groaning in pain in your tent, Astarion had slipped in because he could smell blood, the man was a vampire spawn it was an instinctual response

"Everything alright? I smell blood, did you cut yourself?"

He smirks as he questions you in his honeyed voice, hoping that if you did have a cut that he could feed a little on you with a little persuasion.