Return to the main hall where Josephine has a problem!

Returning to normal business, you elect to make the rounds and check on your companions.

After visiting the tavern for a few drinks, some lively conversation and a fair amount of throat fucking the serving wenches, you make your way back to the throne room. You decide to pop into Josephine's office to see how your favorite ambassador is managing in your absence.

Peeking your head through her chamber door, you find the lovely Antivan seated in her usual spot at her desk. Almost immediately though, you can tell something is off as dozens of letters are spread haphazardly across the diplomat's typically pristine workplace. Gripping one of the notes in her hands, Josie reads intently with a look of unease on her face. From where you are standing the envelope appears to be stamped with an official Antivan seal, meaning this letter is more than likely from her family back home in Antiva.

Slumping deeper into her chair, you watch Josephine crumple the papers into a ball and toss it against the wall. Her eyes finally facing forward, she flinches at the sight of you standing there.

"Inquisitor, forgive me," she squeaks, hastily gathering up the letters and stashing them away in the bottom drawer of her desk.

"Is everything alright, Josie?" you inquire, plopping down on the sofa near the roaring fire.

"Just more Montilyet family woes." she sighs. "But I can assure you, they won't interfere with my responsibilities to the Inquisition."

"I'm not so sure about that." you challenge. Over the past few months, you'd become intimately familiar with all of Josephine's family troubles. After being legally barred from trading in Orlais, the Montilyets found themselves plunged into crippling debt. The family spent the last century selling off more and more of their land in a futile attempt to stave off their numerous creditors. But now, according to Josephine, things were growing even more ****.

Rising from her chair, she sighs. "I almost had all our problems solved. For the time being..."

"Really?" you ask, casually scratching an itch in your nether regions. "And how's that?"

"You remember my sister Yvette, don't you? The two of you met briefly at the Winter Palace."

You remembered her, alright. The gossipy little runt nearly talked your ear off at Celene's ball. That was only a few weeks before Inquisition intelligence was able to locate your magic throne. Yvette was just one name on a long list of royals you be eager to acquaint with your cock when the next ball rolls around.

"How could I forget?" you grin, making no attempt to hide your rapidly-developing erection.

"During the festivities, I was able to learn Duke Reinald's oldest son Eldon has shown romantic interest in my sister. The Duke is one of the wealthiest men in all of Orlais and if a deal were to be brokered for Eldon to marry Yvette, the family sanctions would be lifted and our debts paid. With our creditors finally satisfied I could begin working to restoring the Montilyet name."

"You'd marry off your sister to escape debt?" you ask. That doesn't sound like Josie to you.

"It is regrettable, yes." she sulks. "But what else am I to do? My family will soon be destitute!"

You watch as your ordinarily levelheaded ambassador paces back and forth from her desk to the searing fireplace, growing more and more flustered with each passing second. It's obvious to you that this, not the Inquisition, was Josie's biggest source of stress, especially given how it seems she's the only person in her family even attempting to save it. She had told you once her biggest fear was the Montilyet's falling on her watch and now, with her biggest nightmare close to becoming a reality, it appears she'd do anything to stop it now.

"Well, considering I haven't received a wedding invitation..." you smirk. "What went wrong?"

"My sister..." Josie let out a weary sigh. "has acquired a reputation among the nobles of Orlais."

"A reputation?" you repeat confused. "What's the matter? Too slutty to be marriage material?

"Quite the opposite..." a familiar voice interjects from the back of the room.

You both turn to see Leliana leaning against the wooden door to the war room. Just how long the spymaster had been standing there, neither of you or your ambassador could rightly say.

"There is nothing the Orlesian court values above hedonism, Inquisitor." the spy reminds you.

You share that trait in common, you and the court. Having been minutes since your prick last occupied a wet hole, you snap your fingers and direct Leliana between your outstretched legs. She goes to work immediately, swallowing you like the expert cock slut you trained her to be before she continues. "Rumor has it, young Yvette has captured the attention of The Lodge..."

"The Lodge?" you scoff, arching an eyebrow at such a laughably generic name.

"A group of influential Orlesian noblemen who meet once every few moons to..."

"They're orgies, Leliana." Josie cuts her off. "No matter how dignified you make them sound."

"Extremely well-catered orgies." Leliana winks, seemingly speaking from personal experience.

"So a bunch of horny nobles going to town on a few girls every month?" you summarize.

"Oh no, Inquisitor," Leliana shakes her head. "Being selected by The Lodge is a considerable honor and almost always elevates the status of the women chosen for their ceremonies."

You chuckle. You can't imagine there are very many scenarios where someone getting fucked by a crowd of people results in an "elevated" status. Orlesian politics are certainly interesting.

"A true honor, indeed..." you smirk. "And let me guess, an honor Yvette chose to decline?"

Josephine rolls her eyes. "My sister is as oblivious as she is airheaded, I'm afraid..."

"Those who rebuke The Lodge are shunned from their inner circles," Leliana reveals.

A faint chuckle escapes your lips. "She gives them blue balls so they blackball her, eh?"

"Even worse..." Josie mutters, rubbing her temples. Seeing her distress, Leliana takes the lead.

"Our friend Duke Reinald is one of the eldest members of The Lodge. There are whispers that, due to his declining health, he's turned over his responsibilities to his son. Eldon is young and impressionable and it is unlikely he would defy a direct order from his senior members."

"Which means," you slowly begin to deduce. "Until the Lodge's opinion of Yvette changes..."

"There can be no wedding between Yvette and Eldon..." Josephine concedes with a deep sigh.

It pains you to see your ambassador like this. You aren't too dense to understand the vital role Josephine plays to your Inquisition- if she's this distressed, who knows the effect it could have?

You take a deep breath as you pull the Antivan woman over to you.

“There, there, Josephine...” you comfort her, placing your hand on the ambassador's shoulder before using said hand to gently guide her down to her knees. "We're going to figure this out," you assure her, brushing her pouting lips with the tip of your cock. "Even if I have to put all of the Inquisition's resources behind this, I'll see to it the Montilyet family name is restored..."

“Really? Oh, thank you, thank you Inquisitor!” she says, looking up at you with big, doe eyes.

Before you can suggest how the ambassador may better express her thanks, she leans forward to swallow you whole. You groan as the diplomat's head bobs vigorously up and down your lap. She surprises you by pushing your mushroom tip into her throat. If Josephine had any trouble deepthroating you in the past, the way her tongue swipes at your balls suggests the opposite.

Then Josephine does something magical. You’re not sure whether she’s humming or singing but the vibrations of her throat moving throughout your shaft, feel so amazing, nonetheless.

With a warm smile, you ran a hand through Josie's hair. After such an enthusiastic "thank you" you're that much more compelled to help her. Luckily, you're known to do your best thinking with lips around your cock as you scheme how to get Yvette back in this Lodge's good graces.