Vivienne wants to see you.

"The First Enchanter wants you." Olivia says, continuing to idly play with your prick.

"She's not the only one." She adds, drawing close to **** a kiss on you.

"M-maybe I should go and see her." You suggest.

"Let the stuck-up bitch wait." Olivia tells you. "I'm not done with you yet."

As you stand, body flattened up against the tower wall, Ser Olivia drops to her knees with a metallic clink and begins worshipping your cock.

"This is tasty!" The Fereldan knight says as she dampens the head of your cock. "It must be all the little witches you're fucking."

Spitting into her gauntlet, Olivia reaches up and slathers her saliva onto your erect dick. You should say or do something to stop her, but something, probably her lips on your tip, keep you from immediately protesting.

"Don't be afraid to take charge." The crazy Templar informs you. "Pull my hair, cockslap me, call me all the names you call me in your head. Right now, you're the Templar and I'm the mage. Figuratively speaking."

Shocked and a little intimidated, you're unsure of what to do.

If Olivia's claim is genuine, Lady Vivienne is waiting in her office for you. It would be a shame to keep the First Enchanter waiting. And maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea to encourage the Templar. You've known apprentices she'd taken a liking to for whom a fantasy come true had morphed into a living nightmare.

On the other hand, Ser Olivia on her knees is tempting. For all her misbehaviour, you doubt anyone's ever complained she's an uninteresting lover.