[ Astarion comes to in the dark, cold, bound, and immobile, and he could swear he's back in Godey's kennel, the last few months only a ridiculous fantasy, an impossible daydream. If he had a heart that could beat, it would be racing with fear. It doesn't, only lies dead and still as he stares up at the ceiling, mentally preparing himself to beg for forgiveness and mercy. It never works, but the punishment would be worse if he weren't to debase himself.
It takes a good few minutes for him to register that he hasn't just been transported back to Cazador's palace and is, in fact, still in Flotsam. Unable to move beyond impotent flopping and unarmed, there's very little for him to do but lie here helplessly and wait. Across the city, they both think fuck at the same time.
Back in the tavern, a young woman peeks her head outside of her own room. She's blonde and just as beautiful as Stella and Ada, but decidedly less confident about it, her small frame curled over itself in a slouch. Her delicate hand curls around the doorframe, and she says, in a small voice, "Are you looking for someone?"
It's obvious enough. There's only two elves staying here, and, well... "I saw—" A pause. She saw her fellow brothel workers rolling an elf out of their room, heard them talking as they dragged him down the hall past her door. Perhaps it isn't any of her business. Perhaps she should just keep her mouth shut. "—Never mind." ]
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It takes a good few minutes for him to register that he hasn't just been transported back to Cazador's palace and is, in fact, still in Flotsam. Unable to move beyond impotent flopping and unarmed, there's very little for him to do but lie here helplessly and wait. Across the city, they both think fuck at the same time.
Back in the tavern, a young woman peeks her head outside of her own room. She's blonde and just as beautiful as Stella and Ada, but decidedly less confident about it, her small frame curled over itself in a slouch. Her delicate hand curls around the doorframe, and she says, in a small voice, "Are you looking for someone?"
It's obvious enough. There's only two elves staying here, and, well... "I saw—" A pause. She saw her fellow brothel workers rolling an elf out of their room, heard them talking as they dragged him down the hall past her door. Perhaps it isn't any of her business. Perhaps she should just keep her mouth shut. "—Never mind." ]