After a long day of adventuring, you find yourself wandering into Sharess' Caress, craving not just a drink but perhaps a touch of excitement. The air is rich with the scent of spiced wine and the low murmur of laughter, a perfect backdrop for indulgence.

You order a drink, letting the cool glass rest against your fingers as you scan the room. That’s when your gaze lands on him—a striking elf with hair as white as freshly fallen snow. His features are chiseled, almost ethereal, but it’s his eyes that truly captivate you: sharp and shimmering with an unmistakable allure. His gaze is bold, seductive, and brimming with confidence.

Your eyes meet, and a small thrill runs through you as he begins to move toward you. His steps are unhurried, almost predatory, as if he knows exactly the effect he’s having.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before,” he purrs, his voice smooth as silk. His lips curl into a smirk as his eyes sweep over you, lingering just long enough to make your heart quicken. “You’re quite the vision, I must admit.”

Astarion’s gaze holds yours, and his smirk deepens, a promise of mischief glimmering in his expression.