It was all a dream.

"Oy lumpy, rise and shine!"

"mehegurnhen" you groan as you are shaken firmly by someone in your sleep. "W-what time izit?"

"Time for you to wake up and get to the talks!"

"We didthatalready...gotta fight..viddslamama...."

"wot? Oh fine I'm getting the water!"

You're jolted up by feeling cold water splash on your face and torso, "Maker's balls!" Your eyes open to a well-lit room that's obviously Orlesian and you remember that you arrived at the Winter Palace. Sera stands at the side of your bed with the empty jug that she used to douse you.

"C'mon, Josie's already been in there 15 minutes and that's after Anora came in late. Now get in there!" Sera's surprising strength yanks you out of bed and to your feet.

"But I could've sworn we did that already...Like there was a whole qunari invasion...."

"The only thing that got invaded was Anora's arse. Everyone saw you stuffing her in the courtyard and then you took her up here and had servants bringing any booze they could find." Sera rummaged through the dressers and tossed you some clothes while she spoke.

"W-what? But you and I....we got married cuz you started liking men cuz of my powers."

"Are you daft? You made me immune to that the day we found it!" Sera rolled her eyes at you, "Plus if I'm marrying anyone, it's Widdle cuz she's so cute with her enchantments and her...nevermind, just go before the Inquisition gets bent over a rail like Calpernia!"

Your head is still a bit foggy but you manage to get dressed and head down stairs for the talks. Your memory is coming back to you as you see all the bottles of ale, including the same drink you and The Iron Bull had after defeating a dragon, on your way out. Yesterday you had some sort of sex with every woman in the Talks. You fucked Leliana in front of Everyone, face fucked Celene at her own behest in the ballroom, and of course, you fucked Anora all evening with three stamina spells. How could you even think of Marrying Sera anyway? She was your best bro and wing woman, after all, what a silly dream.

You enter the talks and your cock hardens. Leliana is dressed in her divine robe, but Celene is still showing off all of her body save for a fancy belt. Anora has a loose piece of cloth over her breasts and she gives you sly wink when she sees you.

Charter is nude standing next to Josephine and groping the Ambassador's breasts to settle her down.

"Sorry I'm late ladies, rough night..." you say as you take your seat.

"So good of you to join us, Inquisitor," Celene smiles.

"We can begin discussing the future of the Inquisition then," Leliana said, "When we first founded the Inquisition, it was at the behest of my predecessor Divine Justinia V after the events of Kirkwall. The world was in chaos and the Inquisition restored order."

"More like they've taken power in the face of Chaos," Anora says stiffly.

You're visibly taken aback, considering that you were just fucking her like a whore less than 24 hours ago.

"Indeed, They are a young ****, in need of guidance to give them purpose," Celene responds.

"Of course you'd say that. You think letting the Inquisitor shove his cock down your throat gives you leverage over them," Anora spat.

"And you would give him every hole on your body and still treat them like invaders," Celene fired back.

"Because he prefers Fereldan, obviously. The Inquisition has more forces inside our borders and their fortress is on the Fereldan side of the Frostbacks!"

"The Inquisitor spends more time in Orlais, we have the obviously superior women he prefers to sleep with, as we've always had as evidence by your countries leadership!"

You look at Josephine and she shrugs while still getting her breasts fondled by Charter. You can still hear Anora and Celene shouting but they seem far away, your attention is being drawn to your cock as it begins to ache slightly.

"Inquisitor, what do you think of all this?" Leliana's voice pulls you from your distraction and you see both Anora and Celene bent over in front of her. It's a marvelous sight to see both the Empress and Queen presenting their holes to you while the Divine stands between them, holding them in place. It seems your old spymaster thinks of everything. "Which nation has the most attractive leader in your opinion?"