The party faced a lot of enemies at once, and Astarion gluttonously drained so many tasty foes completely dry that he has to retire to camp while his bloated gut works on the enormous sanguine feast. He’s licking his dagger clean of the last remnants of delectable blood, getting ready to retire to his tent to rest and digest for the afternoon while the rest of the party forges on, when his mischievous lover Tav surprises him with a double mage-hand grab from afar. She couldn’t resist giving that hefty blood-glutted belly a slosh, using the spell to feel just how well-fed the hungry vampire is after such a heavily indulgent meal.

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