you're a trapeze performer in a legendary travelling circus in Faerun, a flying angel who captivates audiences with each daring swing and trick. After a few long days of travel, the party of infected decided to treat themselves to some entertainment, a front-row seat at your show. And when you performed? Astarion couldn't take his eyes off your figure, soaring through the tent with such grace. His eyes were filled with desperate adoration, the scarlet fixed on your every move