['Leto!' a girl's voice cries, and all at once his expression drops.]
Fasta vass—
[There's a pretty little thing across the street, waving to try and catch his attention. A blonde half-elf, her arm straight up in the air and her fingers wiggling in an obnoxiously cutesy way. She wears a green dress with, indeed, cut-outs in particularly strategic areas, her breasts and hips peeking out to reveal a white slip. She's accompanied by a little posse of similarly dressed girls, all of them with similarly styled hair, all of them decked out in an assortment of subtle golden jewelry and carefully applied makeup.
She leads her pack across the street, and with a low groan Leto straightens up from his conquest.]
My employer . . . I will be rid of them.
[But the moment she reaches the alley, she's chattering brightly, her eyes darting from Astarion to Leto and back again. 'Is this your girlfriend?' she cries, sounding for all the world as though she's delightedly interested. And yet there's something just a little calculating behind her eyes as she adds, her gaze flicking to Astarion: 'Why didn't you ever say you had one? Don't tell me you're embarrassed! And she's so pretty . . . you could have mentioned her today, you know!']
I was not—
['He's so shy,' she says at Astarion with a little giggle. 'And so gruff! How do you get anything out of him? Oh! But I'm being silly— my name is Arlynn Silverhand, of the Silverhand clan. And you must not be from around here . . . I've never seen clothes that . . . interesting before. Did you just come in from the countryside?']
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Fasta vass—
[There's a pretty little thing across the street, waving to try and catch his attention. A blonde half-elf, her arm straight up in the air and her fingers wiggling in an obnoxiously cutesy way. She wears a green dress with, indeed, cut-outs in particularly strategic areas, her breasts and hips peeking out to reveal a white slip. She's accompanied by a little posse of similarly dressed girls, all of them with similarly styled hair, all of them decked out in an assortment of subtle golden jewelry and carefully applied makeup.
She leads her pack across the street, and with a low groan Leto straightens up from his conquest.]
My employer . . . I will be rid of them.
[But the moment she reaches the alley, she's chattering brightly, her eyes darting from Astarion to Leto and back again. 'Is this your girlfriend?' she cries, sounding for all the world as though she's delightedly interested. And yet there's something just a little calculating behind her eyes as she adds, her gaze flicking to Astarion: 'Why didn't you ever say you had one? Don't tell me you're embarrassed! And she's so pretty . . . you could have mentioned her today, you know!']
I was not—
['He's so shy,' she says at Astarion with a little giggle. 'And so gruff! How do you get anything out of him? Oh! But I'm being silly— my name is Arlynn Silverhand, of the Silverhand clan. And you must not be from around here . . . I've never seen clothes that . . . interesting before. Did you just come in from the countryside?']