Choose Vivienne

As you weigh your options mentally, one woman clearly stands out. Lady Vivienne is one of the most skilled players of the Game, a fellow mage, and has even served as an advisor to Empress Celene herself, the very royal you need to cover with your cum! All of that, as well as her beautiful black body, and the excellent service she provided just yesterday for you.

“Josephine, I've decided on my date. Send for Vivienne.” You tell your loyal Antivan ambassador.
“At once, Inquisitor.” She nods. Murmurs of gossip ripple through the hall as Josephine departs. One powerful mage made some of them nervous. You smile as you imagine the look on some of the Empress' more conservative courtiers' faces when you and Vivienne arrive at the Winter Palace arm in arm.

While you wait for Josephine to return, you pass the time playing with Morrigan. You encourage her to use her tongue to tease your tip, before pulling it out and teasingly cockslapping the swamp witch. Morrigan's golden eyes stare up into yours as you rub your prick against the soft and beautiful skin of her face. You slap your meat against her jaw, enjoying the feeling of her beauty mark against it.

From just in front of you, a throat is cleared. It seems passing the time with Morrigan has once again turned to distraction; Josephine is back, and Vivienne stands just before the foot of the Blowjob Throne. You briefly scan her. She looks well-dressed enough to attend the ball today, though when doesn't she?

“May I present Lady Vivienne,” Josephine announces, “Magical Advisor to Empress Celene-” a title that once belonged to Morrigan, of all people. Once you requisitioned Morrigan to serve as your cock's “advisor”, Celene had reinstated Vivienne, her previous advisor. “and head of the Coun-”

“That's quite enough, dear. The Inquisitor knows who I am.” Vivienne interrupted. Josephine raised an eyebrow, before closing her mouth and stepping aside.

“Lady Vivienne. It brings me great pleasure to see you again.” You tell her.

“I can tell, Inquisitor.” Vivienne smirks, noting your erect phallus. In all honesty, it's condition was a combination of Vivienne's presence, Morrigan's efforts, and your natural, insatiable appetites.

“I trust you're aware of Empress Celene's upcoming ball?” You ask.

“Naturally.” Vivienne says. “I've heard the Inquisition will be attending.” You're not surprised. When it comes to political and social news, Vivienne often seems to be better informed than your spymaster.

“You've heard right. I'll be attending this event personally, and require a companion.”

“And naturally, I'm the first woman you ask.” Vivienne noted, sounding pleased with herself. “I would be thrilled to attend the ball with you, Inquisitor. It will do both of our reputations wonders to be seen together.”

The knowing glint in her eye tells you she's aware you're asking her for more than social standing.

“Delightful. Would you like to see what you're wearing?” You ask. Surprise registers in the dark-skinned mage's eye, but she eliminates it quickly.

“Normally, it is conventional for a lady to dress herself, but I would never refuse the Herald of Andraste.” Vivienne announces, her carefully chosen words winning her some approval from your court.

You nod to Josephine, and she has a servant bring out Vivienne's outfit for the ball.

The mask resembles the horned masquerade one Vivienne wore during your first meeting. A gleaming half-mask of silverite, with elaborately carved metal horns resembling those of a dragon. The forehead of the mask is engraved with the flaming sword and eye of the Inquisition. Though the mask will cover Vivienne's forehead, cheeks and nose, her jaw is left bare. Everyone at the ball will be able to tell who she is from her dusky skin and full lips.

The top, if it could be called that, is an extravagant, frilly collar, and little else. The collar plunges down, covering her breasts and stopping in a garterbelt for stability. Underneath, a pair of revealing panties, in the same silvery-white colour of the rest of Vivienne's ball outfit.

The shoes match, they are of a design you had never seen during your time in the Free Marches. Leliana, when designing Vivienne's outfit with you, assured you they were all the rage in Val Royeaux's most fashionable circles, a racy design appropriated from the city's harlots.

“I am gracious indeed, Inquisitor!” Vivienne insisted, examining her highly sexualised new ballwear.

“If you'll allow it, I will depart now to set my affairs in order. I look forward to travelling with you.”

And you looked forward to being back in her mouth. Part of you wanted to take her right her and now, either wearing the outfit or with her fancy clothes crumpled on the main hall's flags.

But, it was getting late, and you had to rest up for tomorrow. Travelling to Orlais and dealing with a new cocksleeve might actually tap your energy.