[ Xenk nods. Oh, dear. A grade. That means he really has to do well now. But any challenge is a challenge worth surpassing, so Xenk continues with his ministrations, starting on Astarion's bent legs and bringing the rope together in a harness over his chest, one that catches and supports each of his pecs. The red rope stands out starkly over Astarion's pale skin, but it matches his eyes, which is a nice touch.
Astarion is, after all, a fine specimen. And Xenk is dressing him up, even if the rope is only going over his clothes. Maybe that'll be part of the enjoyment, then -- making him desperate when he can't even free himself or be touched however he likes. ]
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Astarion is, after all, a fine specimen. And Xenk is dressing him up, even if the rope is only going over his clothes. Maybe that'll be part of the enjoyment, then -- making him desperate when he can't even free himself or be touched however he likes. ]