Josephine.

Some time later...

"Andraste's dimpled arse, how much do you weigh?" Sera huffs, helping you up onto the balcony.

Finishing your climb, you flop onto your back, gasping like a fish on the deck of a boat. Okay, you weren't exactly sure how Sera had talked you into scaling the side of Skyhold like this. The ale you'd imbibed while she'd talked hadn't exactly helped.

Convincing you to take her to Josephine's quarters had been a much easier sell. At this hour, the proper lady would no doubt be readying for bed. You were just as eager to see Josephine out of her silks and pearls as the young elf next to you was.

Staying low, the two of you make for her door, moving as stealthily as possible with a good deal of **** in your systems.

Peering through the glass panes, you and Sera are treated to a heavenly sight.

The Antivan ambassador strides past, towards her bed. She's ditched her dress, now clad only in lacey lingerie and stockings. Knowing Lady Josephine's pampered predilections, her underwear no doubt costs more than Sera's entire "wardrobe".

"Woof." Sera says simply.

"Woof." You agree. Even the bracing night winds, or your physical exertion, can't suppress the erection you got from that glimpse of Josephine.

Still staying low, Sera traverses the balcony, peering in on Josephine once again. Unsurprisingly, the elf seems to like what she's seeing. Her left hand drifts down, into her pants.

You stagger to a stop behind Sera, hoping to share the view.