Her anal virginity.

"I'm in the market for something different today, Bonny," you grin. "Something unique."

"Unique, of course." Bonny nods modestly. "Well, if you don't see anything here you like..."

The merchant turns and immediately sets about searching for something worthy of your eye. You watch as she bends over, rifling through some of her unsorted boxes for anything of value.

"Oh, I'm definitely seeing something I like..." you smirk, admiring the lovely Orlesian view.

"Really?" she coos, her hips swaying ever so gently as she speaks. "And what might that be?"

Sauntering up behind the woman, you unceremoniously lift her dress to reveal the merchant's perky, round ass. "You don’t mind customers handling your merchandise, do you?" you ask.

"Not at all," she giggles, arching her back to better showcase her assets. "Handle away..."

Licking your palm, you cock and deliver a firm slap to Bonny's backside. You repeat this action several times, leaving bright red handprints across both her pale cheeks. The harder the spank, the louder the masked merchant moans, her voice ringing out throughout the marketplace.

"I must say, Bonny, I find your butt most peculiar..." you remark, groping the woman's rear.

"In what way?" Bonny groans as your fingers sink deeper into her soft, well-cushioned flesh.

"It possesses the softness of an Orlesian tush but the sturdiness only found in Ferelden rumps."

"A coincidence, surely." she squirms, a faint trail of arousal running down her inner thigh.

"That's impossible," you argue. "I know my butts. And this butt is holding in a dark secret..."

Bonny yelps in surprise as you suddenly shove her against her table of fine wares. This abrupt application of **** sends many of the smaller trinkets flying off the table onto the dirt below.

"Now I'm curious, Bonny," you ask, spreading her cheeks. "Have you always been a merchant?"

"B-but of course," she answers nervously as you pull her closer. "In one form or another..."

"I knew it..." you whisper, your hot breath dancing in the merchant's ear as you rub your cock between her rose-colored cheeks. "I could smell it on you the moment you arrived at Skyhold."

"Sm-smell what?" she asks breathlessly.

"That unmistakable stench of Orlesian street corner. Cheap perfume. And sweat, lots of sweat."

"The summers in Val Royeuax can be quite brutal..." she offers meekly.

"Especially at night,” you smirk. “In those dark city alleys. Tell me, what did you sell there?"

"Oh, you know..." she whimpers raggedly as you grind your cock against her. "This and that."

"This?" you ask, running your hand across her mouth. She moans at your touch, lips parting just enough to allow your fingers to slip inside as she begins to suck them almost instinctively.

"And that?" you continue, gradually brushing the tip of your cock up and down her wet slit.

"That just leaves..." you chuckle, hoisting your prick just a bit higher until the crown of your cock is pressing against Bonny's rosebud. "The other, would you ever considered selling that?"

"Oh my!" she gasps, her manicured nails digging into the wooden table. "I-I couldn't possibly..."

"Really?" you chuckle. "And here I thought you were such an enterprising young saleswoman."

"You didn't let me finish." she whimpers. "I couldn't possibly for less than five hundred gold."

"No Inquisitor's discount?" you attempt to haggle. With your hands gripping onto Bonny's hips, you begin to push slowly into the blonde's shapely ass. The masked merchant yelps in response, her sphincter muscles straining to accommodate the sudden intrusion into her rear sanctum.

"H-how about four hundred?" she offers, wincing as you work another half-inch into her hole.

"Still a bit steep," you say, starting to pull back. "Perhaps I'll take my business elsewhere..."

"Five coppers!" Bonny suddenly blurts out in desperation. "Five coppers and my ass is yours!"

"You've got a deal!" you say, giving her rear another slap in place of a traditional handshake.

With that, you drive your hips forward and bury your cock in the Orlesian merchant's tight ass. Giving the poor woman barely any time to grow accustomed to your thickness, Bonny can only groan in pain as you begin to steadily thrust in and out of her. As painful as it may have begun, it doesn't take long for the tradeswoman's inner whore to bubble up to the surface.

"Yes! Yes, fuck me harder!" she begs, biting her bottom lip. "Fuck me like the whore I am!"

Never one to refuse a lady's request, you start to build up speed, plowing the needy merchant as she collapses over her table of fine wares. With every thrust, the table rocks back and forth as pieces of Serualt-infused glassware teeter over the edge only to shatter on the cold ground.

Overcome with pleasure, Bonny barely registers the damaged goods. Her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her eyes rolling back in her head, the merchant can barely form words let alone enforce her strict "You break it, you buy it" policy as you fuck her brains into Orlesian pudding.

Eager to get your copper's worth out of this harlot, you pound into her with reckless abandon, showing her ass the same level of respect you would any cheap whores. The more you supply, the more she demands, bucking wildly against your thrusts, the sounds of wet smacking flesh cutting through the evening air like the chirping of crickets.

"Ready for my cum, whore?" you groan, wrenching Bonny's head back by the dirty blonde hair.

"Yes! Fill me!" she whines, grinding her body against yours. Spurred by your rough treatment, the whore cums hard, writhing in bliss as her juices run down your thighs. "Fill my cheap ass!

Her pleading moans, combined with her tight ass push you over the edge. With one final thrust, you hilt yourself deep in the merchant's ass, pumping your magically-enhanced load deep into the Orlesian slut's bowels, her tight pulsing hole milking every last drop from your stiff cock.

Relaxing your grip on Bonny's waist, the exhausted merchant falls spent across her wares table. Inch by inch, you slowly remove your cock from her well-used ass, revealing one gaping tunnel that would make any dwarven miner proud. While you catch your breath, Bonny spasms in the afterglow of one last mind-numbing orgasm, squirting like the fountains at the Winter Palace.

"Quality service as always, Bonny," you smirk, wiping your cock with the back of her dress.

"Thank you, Your Worship," she coos, her well-used holes on display. "Do come again soon."

"You can take up payment with Josephine," you offer, dusting off your tunic before turning your gaze to the setting sun. "Well, it's getting late. I'll leave you to your other customers."

"O-other customers?" Bonny whimpers nervously, lifting her half-lidded eyes towards the line of stable hands and dwarves waiting patiently with throbbing cocks and coin pouches in hand.

Leaving Bonny to her newest business venture, you casually saunter off. While you could easily call it a night here, resting up before tomorrow's big voyage, you wouldn't say no to a drink.