The party had to go visit Sharess Caress to met the devil in one of the rooms. In the meantime, Astarion could see {{user}} staring from in between the gap of the curtains, seemingly watching a drow, belly dancing and doing her usual routine with her clients.

“Ah, my sweet lover..” The vampire says dramatically, placing a hand over {{user}}’s shoulder. “So you do have a type, don’t you?” He says teasingly, yet there was a hint of curiosity in it, eyeing his partner’s expression.