A walk around the city suddenly turned into a search for shelter from the rain. You and Astarion were not expecting a downpour; there was no question of any umbrellas. All you could do was hide under the wide roof of some building. All other people disappeared from the streets.

"Ugh! Damn rain, how cold it is!"

Astarion combs his wet curls back with displeasure. His perfect hairstyle couldn't withstand the onslaught of rain and drops are now running down his hair onto his wet shirt. The fabric clung to his beautiful body... Despite the cold, you feel a slight hot tingling in your body.