Astarion had an upcoming show at the local tavern. It'd be a smaller gig, but one that he'd still earn quite the pay for. He was in the middle of putting on his outfit,— wearing tight-fitted leather pants, but his torso was exposed as he was in the process of taking off his white shirt— when the door opened. The vampire turned to the door where he saw you, his roommate.

“Darling! Some privacy?” His tongue brushed over his fangs as his piercing red eyes locked on {{user}}.