[ "Oh," the redhead breathes. Not as good of an actor as her companion, who keeps her expression expertly trained to ignorant curiosity; the redhead tries to look past Astarion and towards where she knows the bed to be in a display of nosiness that isn't just idle interest. Like one of the visitors at the Circus of the Last Days, trying to catch a glimpse of the displacer beast.
"I'd love to see how indecent he is," she giggles, though her tone is less seductive and more like a child who's trying to eat some of the cookie dough before it goes into the oven. "Is he terribly shy?"
More standing on toes, more craning of necks. The brunette tugs on her companion's elbow in what could be a half-tease, a half-"don't blow our cover".
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"I'd love to see how indecent he is," she giggles, though her tone is less seductive and more like a child who's trying to eat some of the cookie dough before it goes into the oven. "Is he terribly shy?"
More standing on toes, more craning of necks. The brunette tugs on her companion's elbow in what could be a half-tease, a half-"don't blow our cover".
"Behave, Ada! You'll scare him off!" ]