Let's see what Briala wants.

As your people settle in to their accommodations, you slink off to find Briala.

The she elf was seen wandering the gardens, looking as inconspicuous as ever. She turns her head and sees you, a small smile on her face, "Inquisitor. It is an honour to see you again", she says to you. She curtsies, acting as if everything was normal despite the suspicious atmosphere and flopping half-hard exposed cock approaching her. Sunlight bounces off her freckled skin as she approaches you. With her all too casual reaction, you get the hint that perhaps the garden had some 'unwanted ears' around.

"Briala, good to see you again as well", you reply, kissing her hand. "I hope you and the Empress are well", you add.

"We are indeed Inquisitor. Even under the threat of rifts in the sky, Orlais flourishes better than expected", she replies.

"Briala, be a dear and **** yourself on my cock again like you did at the last ball please? I would be very grateful", you tell her in the most normal of tones.

"Oh, but of course Inquisitor", she replies. Of course, you both knew that she never sucked your cock at the last ball but whoever was eavesdropping wouldn't know that. It was the perfect chance to tell you whatever she wanted to tell you through a coded blowjob message. The same technique that Leliana would use on you when audible words were not an option.

Briala sat down on the fountains ledge next to you and simply slipped your cock into her mouth. The elven spymaster was very skilled at this... surprising since she was the lesbian lover of the Empress Celene. The message was becoming clear as every change in speed, thrust and rhythm meant something. Drool ran down her chin as your cock easily slipped in and out of the lesbian elf's throat.

Whoever was trying to eavesdrop simply got a free-show of the elven ambassador's blowjob technique. They could feel themselves get very aroused at what was happening. Some of them probably thought they were dreaming as Briala moaned and slurped on your entire length of pulsating, sex-muscle.

... it was quite a long coded message but at this point, not something you could really complain about. You could feel her wet mouth and tongue sliding and bobbing against your rigid, hard, member.