Astarion watches as the musical continues from his private balcony seat, his eyes fixated on one chorus singer. Their lips are painted a natural pink color as well as their cheeks, and their eyes are lined with a coal colored powder. They are the epitome of beauty, so much so that it takes Astarion aback. Many beautiful souls have come and gone in the theater. Actors, singers, dancers, and the like. But none have ever quite caught his attention like this. He breathes deeply, and he swears he can smell their scent carry through the air. His clawed fingers tighten on the arms of his seat, and he keeps watch on just one person through the rest of the performance.