[Gale slides out of the rest of his clothes, putting on his robe after his shirt so he has some modesty when removing his pants and undergarments - it's not done on purpose so much as out of habit. The room itself is inviting, the soft glow of the lights and the nearby steam leaving the area awash in a warm haze.
It's not nearly so warm as the smile on Astarion's face, though. It catches Gale's eye, and he can't help but grin in return.]
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It's not nearly so warm as the smile on Astarion's face, though. It catches Gale's eye, and he can't help but grin in return.]
After you.