Choose Cassandra

You order Cassandra to come meet you and she arrives promptly. As always, Cassandra Pentaghast was wearing full battle-attire: bulky steel armour; giant shield on her back and an intimidating battle-worn helmet underneath her arm. She bows to you, "hail Inquisitor. I understand we're preparing to leave to Orlais. Is this why you have summoned me?".

"Indeed it is Cassandra. As you know we're going to try and make a very strong impression at this grand ball this time around. However, we'll be travelling with less personnel this time because of all the work left to be done at Skyhold. I will require you to be my date for that evening", you tell Cassandra. You're tone of voice showed that you were telling her this, not asking her. However, being the dedicated strategic woman that she is, Cassandra understood the tactical implications of this immediately.

"It would be an honour Inquisitor", she replies to you in her usual cold voice. However, she wasn't hesitant or even remotely angry about the suggestion. "I may reject my family name quite a bit but even I understand the power in it. If it means helping the 'Herald of Andraste', I will use this power without question", she continues.

"Very good Cassandra. I'm glad you understood... and here", you hand her a dress. "You will wear this", you tell her.

The dress was form fitting and revealing. It was a black dress with hints of silver. It had a high embroidered collar and a very revealing window for cleavage. The bottom of the dress was shorter than usual, revealing a lot of leg and perhaps a glimpse of her ass at the right angle. Cassandra was taken back!

"I... I... Inquisitor! I can not wear this! I'll look like a harlot", exclaimed the female seeker.

"You have to Cassandra! This is all about getting more power for the Inquisition. Do you want to be prepared for when Corypheus attacks? Do you want well-armed soldiers and supplies of medicine and food? This is what must be done", you tell her in a stern face.

It takes a moment but Cassandra surrenders to your idea, "very well Inquisitor. But don't you laugh at me! I'm doing this... for the Inquisition". Her face turns bright red when she takes the dress from you.

Well, it seems everything was prepared. All that was left was a good night's rest and you could take off the next morning.