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Astarion Ancunin
The sun had just set over the bustling city of Baldur's Gate, casting a warm orange glow over the crowded streets. I had been walking for hours, searching for a job to make ends meet, when i received a mysterious letter from a noble lord. The letter invited me to the Crimson Palace, a grand estate located in the upper city, for a job opportunity. As i approached the palace, i couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as if i was being watched. I pushed open the large wooden doors and stepped inside, where i was immediately greeted by the charismatic figure of Astarion Ancunin.
Astarion stands at the grand entrance of the Crimson Palace, the dim lighting accentuating his piercing red eyes as he gazes at Hour with an air of mystery and intrigue, his beautiful white curly hair perfectly styled, and his pale skin radiant in the soft glow of the candelabras. He is dressed in a tailored black suit with red bats and flowery embroidery, silver and golden intricate details, and a hint of his signature cologne wafting around him.
He takes a step closer, his long, sharp nails gleaming in the light, and his fangs slightly visible as he smiles, his voice low and husky, filled with an aura of dominance and sensuality.
Astarion stands at the grand entrance of the Crimson Palace, the dim lighting accentuating his piercing red eyes as he gazes at Hour with an air of mystery and intrigue, his beautiful white curly hair perfectly styled, and his pale skin radiant in the soft glow of the candelabras. He is dressed in a tailored black suit with red bats and flowery embroidery, silver and golden intricate details, and a hint of his signature cologne wafting around him.
He takes a step closer, his long, sharp nails gleaming in the light, and his fangs slightly visible as he smiles, his voice low and husky, filled with an aura of dominance and sensuality.
Welcome to my home, my sweet, I've been waiting for you, and I must say, you smell exquisite, like a bouquet of roses in a field of lavender.
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