Feed the handmaidens.

With a silent grunt you pull your cock back and jettisons unrelenting amounts of hot, gooey sperm all over the masques of the three handmaidens servicing you. They all have their tongues outreached, moaning as they taste your flavour that splattered plentifully across their covered faces and exposed tongues. The three of them kiss and clean your oozing, dripping cock as it dies down to half-mass. Lady Couteau takes her time kissing the other two handmaidens, making sure to get all the cum she could. Her tongue giving out two amazing Orlesian-kisses to the other cum-covered girls below you. You wipe your thickness across the hood of the left handmaiden to clean yourself properly.

Still covered in spunk, Lady Couteau stands up, "I hope you enjoy your room Inquisitor. We will be looking forward to seeing you at the ball this night. Dinner will be in the main dining hall at six", she tells you in her courteous manner. She gives the tip of your cock a kiss, (all the handmaidens do this) before taking her leave.

Cassandra steps forward, "hopefully this is all going to your plans Inquisitor?", she asks.

"Indeed it is Cassandra. I hope to secure a large trade agreement tonight with Empress Celene and afterwards, our enemy Corypheus's resources will be a pittance in comparison. His magic may be powerful Cassandra, but his manpower and resources are dwindling into dust", you tell her. It was the partial truth at least since your true goal was to face-fuck the Empress Celene in front of her court and royal guests, thus giving permanent effect to the Blowjob Throne.

Cassandra nods in agreement before taking her leave. She may be your date who you dressed like a complete whore but she was still in charge of your security here.

You still had a bit of time before dinner...