Arrive in Val Royeux.

Aside from the failed ambush by assassins, the rest of your journey proves to be uneventful.

Of course, you always had your cocksleeves on hand to keep you entertained, passing the time with their warm mouths and tight holes until your caravan arrives safely at the Winter Palace.

The Winter Palace never fails to impress. The preparations made for your arrival fall perfectly in line with the Orlesian’s penchant for showing off. The streets of Val Royeux were decorated with the Inquisition sigils and colors as throngs of people line the streets to watch your arrival. Music fills the air as a band of trumpeters plays a song to announce your arrival.

Empress Celene, along with an entourage of some of the most powerful nobles in Orlais all wait expectantly as you pull to a stop at the palace steps and the door to your carriage swings open.

Pantless, you step off the carriage, hand in hand with your cum-faced and sluttily dressed date, Cassandra Pentaghast. Many of the nobles gasp at the sight of a woman from one of Nevarra’s highest families looking like less like a noble and more like an Orlesian streetwalker.

"Inquisitor,” Josephine steps forward. “May I present, the Empress of Orlais, Celene Valmont.”

"Your Majesty…” you and Cassandra both bow before the ruler as a gesture of respect.

Empress Celene returns the honor, bending the knee to you and planting the quickest of kisses on the tip of your cock. You hear a few whispers of nobles questioning the Empress's action but most take it as the formal greeting you anticipated.

"My dear Inquisitor,” Celene rises to speak. " Allow me to welcome you to the Winter Palace. We’re so thankful a person of your influence would deign to visit us. I would love to speak with you on important matters in private during tonight's ball. In the meantime, my handmaidens will escort your group to their suites. I hope you find the Palace accommodations satisfactory."

"I’m sure we will,” you offer, turning to the right. Standing just beside the Empress, you see a brown-skinned elf wearing a white masque, modest pearl necklace and a green dress that hugs her lithe elven form quite nicely. Recognizing her from Celene’s last ball, you know this woman as the on and off lover of the Empress, Briala. You couldn't help thinking maybe a good dicking would help make up her mind. One odd thing you notice as your gawking at the elf's tits is, she makes some kind of secret gesture with her hand as if she wants to speak with you in private.

To the left, you see a trio of Empress's handmaidens wearing the same lacy masks and dresses, the purpose being to make whatever Celene is wearing more unique. The middle handmaiden, Lady Couteau offers to lead you to your suite while a team of elven servants collects your bags.

Well, Briala did signal she wants to talk to you personally. While on the other hand, it would be awfully rude to keep the three lovely handmaidens eager to show you to your room waiting.