[ A quick "hold that thought", as Iorveth unwinds himself to go fetch a bottle of something dark and red from the resident barkeep. She looks hesitant to relinquish the entire bottle (no one likes a drunk in a brothel) until Iorveth drops coin on her counter, to which she responds by hurriedly sliding along two glasses to accompany the purchase and thanking the sullen-looking elf for his patronage.
Back by Astarion's side after nudging him to follow, Iorveth meanders the red-draped establishment until he finds a set of stairs that leads up to a half-floor between the first and second, lined by a sparse few tables and some comfortable-looking chairs. Presumably to watch some sort of spectacle at night that happens beyond the curtained stage below; it being midday, the space is empty save for one human who's passed out facedown on his table and has probably been there since the night prior.
Iorveth takes a seat, and motions for Astarion to do the same. Finally, once they're settled, he comes back to that held thought. ]
Why should you have wanted it?
[ Pouring Astarion a drink, and setting aside the fact that he wasn't offended by the proposition because it was too ridiculous to take seriously. He isn't precious about group sex, but the discovery of his affection for Astarion is far too new for him to consider watching anyone so much as touch Astarion with intent without feeling himself bristle. ]
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Back by Astarion's side after nudging him to follow, Iorveth meanders the red-draped establishment until he finds a set of stairs that leads up to a half-floor between the first and second, lined by a sparse few tables and some comfortable-looking chairs. Presumably to watch some sort of spectacle at night that happens beyond the curtained stage below; it being midday, the space is empty save for one human who's passed out facedown on his table and has probably been there since the night prior.
Iorveth takes a seat, and motions for Astarion to do the same. Finally, once they're settled, he comes back to that held thought. ]
Why should you have wanted it?
[ Pouring Astarion a drink, and setting aside the fact that he wasn't offended by the proposition because it was too ridiculous to take seriously. He isn't precious about group sex, but the discovery of his affection for Astarion is far too new for him to consider watching anyone so much as touch Astarion with intent without feeling himself bristle. ]