[Astarion links his arm around Gale's, resting a hand on his forearm as he leads them both through the building to a small tucked away room that he opens with the key he was given. Inside is a small, square bath, steam rising from the surface. Tiled steps lead down into the water with a ledge that runs the perimeter of the bath, clearly meant to be used for sitting. A bench and table sit to the side, the latter holding a tray of various oils, soaps, and the like.
Astarion takes in a deep breath of the hazy air before he turns to Gale.]
What do you think?
[He doesn't wait for a reply before circling behind Gale, putting both hands to his shoulders, pushing the robe down over his flushed skin.]
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[Astarion links his arm around Gale's, resting a hand on his forearm as he leads them both through the building to a small tucked away room that he opens with the key he was given. Inside is a small, square bath, steam rising from the surface. Tiled steps lead down into the water with a ledge that runs the perimeter of the bath, clearly meant to be used for sitting. A bench and table sit to the side, the latter holding a tray of various oils, soaps, and the like.
Astarion takes in a deep breath of the hazy air before he turns to Gale.]
What do you think?
[He doesn't wait for a reply before circling behind Gale, putting both hands to his shoulders, pushing the robe down over his flushed skin.]