And she isn't eager to go, although she does. She's not shy about helping to strip her shirts off, her bra following suit to reveal a modest pair of breasts. She's somewhere between the two of them, a mess of scar tissue at the back of her ribs, a hole punched neatly in the front of one shoulder, other nicks and cuts here or there in addition to the pronounced one on her cheek, but none of that matters.

She lays back, tugging the tissue paper flower out of her hair and dropping it atop where her clothes land, but then she's all in on the pair in front of her, over her a bit now. "Lucky me," she purrs, and leans up to kiss Astarion's shoulder, slides her arm around the back of Jacob's neck to keep him close.