The Ball

As you enter the Winter Palace, you can feel the eyes of the nobles upon you. Josephine, still wearing the revealing outfit, walks beside you, her head held high despite the scandalous nature of her attire. You can sense the whispers of the nobles, their eyes filled with a mixture of shock and envy as they take in the sight of Josephine's golden skin and the ruby collar adorning her neck.

The nobles' jealous stares burn into Josephine's back as you both make your way through the grand hall. You can practically hear the rumors and speculation about the Inquisitor, bringing such a provocative woman to the Empress's ball.

You enter the grand ballroom, where the Empress and her elf lover are waiting to greet you. Empress Celene, a stunning woman with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, is dressed in a regal gown that accentuates her curves. Briala, the elf, is wearing a revealing outfit, her pale skin contrasting against the dark fabric, her brown hair hidden beneath a pearled headdress. The empress wears a black mask, while the spymaster a white one, embracing the Orlesian Great Game.

"Your majesty. May I present, the 'Herald of Andraste', leader of the Inquisition and his date, Josephine Montilyet of the Montilyet family and ambassador of the Inquisition", says Briala, acting as the empress ambassador, other than her spymaster.

Celene smiles, a radiant smile that lights up the room, and begins to make her way towards you, her elf lover by her side. You can feel the weight of the nobles' gazes upon you, their whispers and murmurs dying down as they watch the Empress approach.

"Your majesty", you say with a gracious bow. Josephine bowed as well of course, getting into the party of the slutty submissive servant.

"Inquisitor", replies Empress Celene as the she bends over, kissing the tip of your cock in a quick greeting. Thanks to the Throne's magic, nobody blinks an eye at it.

"You are just in time to the start of the ball." She says, getting on her feet. You decide to have some fun with Josephine while your other women dance with some other noble. You have time later to start an orgy and get what you want.

You bring Josephine to the dance floor. Thanks to your powers, you easily change the orchestra with your own musicians, that start a sensual melody.

You bring Josephine to the dance floor, the sensual melody of the flute and lute enveloping you both in its hypnotic rhythm. Josephine's eyes lock onto yours, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she begins to sway to the music. You wrap your arm around her waist, pulling her closer as the music swirls around you.

The crowd of nobles and courtiers parts around you, their eyes fixed on the spectacle of the Inquisitor and his date. You can feel their envy and curiosity, their whispers and murmurs carried away by the music.

You and Josephine dance together, your bodies moving in perfect harmony with the music. You can feel the heat of her body, her breasts pressing against your chest, and the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils. You gaze into her eyes, her pupils dilated with desire, and you can feel the power of the Blowjob Throne coursing through your veins.

As you dance, you can feel the eyes of the nobles upon you, their gazes filled with envy and curiosity. You can hear their whispers, their murmurs of disapproval and shock, but you pay them no mind.

You let Josephine go, and she reaches the centre of the floor, her golden thong glinting under the chandeliers as she strikes a pose. Everyone starts looking at the hypnotic dance, their eyes fixed on the sight of Josephine's dusky skin and shining black hair, her golden collar and ruby adorning her neck. The music swirls around her, the flute and lute playing in perfect harmony as she begins to move, her body undulating to the rhythm.

The nobles and courtiers are entranced, their faces a mixture of shock and fascination as they watch Josephine dance.

Josephine's dance continues, her body moving sensually to the music, her hips swaying and her arms waving above her head. The nobles and courtiers watch in awe, 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.

While even the Empress is distracted by the display, you feel a presence behind you. You turn to look at Briala, who seems affected by the dance but still able to focus and sneak on you like a good spymaster should.

"Briala," you say, nodding your head in her direction. She curtsies in response, her eyes never leaving yours.

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

Briala steps forward, her movements fluid and deliberate, as she positions herself in front of you. She runs her fingers over the folds of your robe, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. Her eyes never leave yours, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity. She reaches out, her hand closing around the fabric of your robe, and begins to pull it open, revealing the expanse of your chest.

You feel a surge of power at her touch, the Blowjob Throne's magic coursing through your veins, as you gaze down at her.

Briala's eyes seem to burn with an inner fire as she gazes up at you, her fingers tracing the contours of your chest. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel the Blowjob Throne's power coursing through your veins, responding to her proximity. She leans in closer, her breath whispering against your ear, "What is your goal with the Empress, Inquisitor?" Her voice is husky, laced with a subtle seduction, as if she's trying to stroke your lust into a frenzy.

You feel a surge of arousal at her words, your mind racing with the possibilities.

Briala's question lingers in the air, her fingers still tracing patterns on your chest. You can feel the power of the Blowjob Throne pulsing through your veins, urging you to take control. You gaze down at her, your eyes filled with a mixture of desire and calculation.