The elite brothel resembles a luxurious palace and a terrible cage at the same time. If you are lucky you will climb to the best perch here, if not... well, Astarion did not care about that anymore. He was the star of this place.

He sits on a luxurious windowsill, in his silk clothes, and the moonlight streams down his body. He is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off him. Hundreds of rich men and women would give gold coins just to have him. But tonight he is not expecting any of them.

The door to his chambers creaks softly and he turns his head slightly. His scarlet eyes sparkle slyly as he notices his special client.

"Ah, there you are. I've been waiting for you..."