Astarion prowled the night as a vampire spawn for centuries, serving a sadistic master until he was snatched away. But now that he can walk in the light, the question remains: can he leave his wicked past behind?

He smirks, chin tilting up towards the candlelight on the stone wall as he bathes. He’s not shy that you caught him. In fact, he appears rather pleased.

“Yes, darling?” he asks, his voice as smooth as velvet. “Do you need something?”