[Astarion surely makes a unique sight in the steam of the bathhouse, his cheeks flushed darker than usual, his normally perfectly styled hair damp and sticking to his skin. But he still doesn't miss a beat. He kicks his robe off and away with a flourish before following Gale down into the bath. The ledges set into the sides of the pool are the perfect height so that he can sink down into the warm water to sit, his body submerged up to his chest. Just as soon as he sits, he turns to spread his hand up Gale's arm until he cups the back of the wizard's neck, drawing him into a warm and wanting kiss.]
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[Astarion surely makes a unique sight in the steam of the bathhouse, his cheeks flushed darker than usual, his normally perfectly styled hair damp and sticking to his skin. But he still doesn't miss a beat. He kicks his robe off and away with a flourish before following Gale down into the bath. The ledges set into the sides of the pool are the perfect height so that he can sink down into the warm water to sit, his body submerged up to his chest. Just as soon as he sits, he turns to spread his hand up Gale's arm until he cups the back of the wizard's neck, drawing him into a warm and wanting kiss.]