Lie

"My goal, Briala," you say, your voice low and measured, "is to bring stability to Orlais. To end the chaos that has plagued this land for far too long."

Briala's eyes narrow, her fingers stilling on your chest.

Briala's fingers still, and she looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "And how do you plan to do that, Inquisitor?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"By any means necessary," you reply, your voice low and menacing.

Meanwhile, Josephine's dance has reached its climax, her body moving sensually to the music, her hips swaying and her arms waving above her head.

In the mean time Leliana, Vivienne, Cassandra and your other women are pleasuring the guests, men and women alike.

You push Briala hands down to your cock, and she instantly starts to stroke it.

As Briala continues to stroke your cock, her movements becoming more confident as she feels your arousal grow, you watch Josephine, who is still dancing in the center of the room. The nobles and courtiers are entranced, their faces a mixture of shock and fascination as they watch her move, their eyes glued to the sight of Josephine's dusky skin and shining black hair, her golden collar and ruby adorning her neck. The music swells, and Josephine's movements become more frenzied, her body trembling with pleasure.

As the music reaches its crescendo, Josephine's body trembles with pleasure as she reaches her climax. She collapses to the floor, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.

The nobles and courtiers erupt in applause, their faces a mixture of shock and admiration.

As Briala continues to stroke your cock, you can't help but let out a low moan. You gaze out at the crowd, your eyes meeting those of Empress Celene. She is watching you, her expression unreadable, but you can sense her curiosity. You smile, your eyes filled with a mixture of confidence and arrogance, and you know that she is intrigued by your power.

Josephine, still catching her breath, slowly rises to her feet, her eyes locked onto yours. She smiles, a sultry, sensual smile, and she begins to make her way towards you, her hips swaying seductively as she moves. She stops in front of you, her chest heaving slightly as she catches her breath. She smiles, a sultry, sensual smile, and she reaches up to touch your cheek. "You were amazing, Josephine," you say, your voice filled with admiration and desire. She blushes, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink, and she looks down at the floor.

You feel a surge of pleasure from Briala's continued stroking of your cock. You cum on the elf's hair, adding white to her pearled headpiece. Your other women bring to climax the other guests.

As the applause dies down, you gaze out at the crowd, your eyes locking onto Empress Celene's. She is watching you, her expression unreadable.

Suddenly, you notice Grand Duke Gaspard being carried by elven servants towards the Blowjob Throne. He is sitting on it, despite not being a mage.

The Empress looks in trance, and so Briala, who stops stroking. Josephine follows and soon the other women.