[Astarion is, of course, the sort of person that doesn't read directions, so he takes up the container and pours in however much he thinks is needed. Probably at least by a cup or two. He watches with unsure eyes as the darker flecks of the concoction get scattered about as the water splashes into the tub, the soap starting to bubble up. Soon, it all becomes tinged with pink.]
It doesn't, no. But perhaps if we...
[He steps back to the door where the light panel is, and after staring at it for a moment, pushes a button that lowers the light in the room. The mosaic designs become washed out by the dark, the pink light making the tub and part of a Taryon's face glow more aesthetically pleasing.]
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It doesn't, no. But perhaps if we...
[He steps back to the door where the light panel is, and after staring at it for a moment, pushes a button that lowers the light in the room. The mosaic designs become washed out by the dark, the pink light making the tub and part of a Taryon's face glow more aesthetically pleasing.]
Ah, yes. Better.