The Palace Gardens.

Stepping out from a sea of mingling nobles and onto the terrace, you draw your first breath of fresh air in what feels like hours. The pleasant aroma of wildflowers is a marked improvement over the thick cloud of flop sweat and stale perfume currently polluting the royal ballroom.

Letting your lungs recover, you wander the gardens. You find this section of the palace to be rather empty, save for the occasional patrolling guard. No doubt anyone important is inside enjoying the orgy you orchestrated. Out here though, it's peaceful and quiet. Well, almost...

Not far off in the distance, you hear a faint noise like two feral cats fighting over a fishbone.

Your own morbid curiosity getting the better of you, you decide to follow the sound into the garden's winding hedge maze. The deeper into the maze you venture, the clearer this noise becomes until eventually, you're just barely able to make out words amongst all the ruckus.

"Eat it, ya noble twat!" a familiar voice squawks followed by fits of loud, snorting laughter.

You'd recognize that obnoxious laugh just about anywhere. Sure enough, turning the corner, you reach the very center of this gigantic maze where you're treated to a most amusing sight.

On the divan near the large fountain, you find your companion Sera having the time of her life. The same could not be said for the unlucky noble with her head pinned between Sera's thighs. Sitting astride the young woman's face, your rogue companion gleefully grinds her elven pussy against the noble's dignified features, leaving her face shimmering with her flowing juices.

"Mmmmgghhppghh!!"

The noble kicks and thrashes under Sera's weight, but if the elf notices, she didn't seem to care as the struggling only enhances the pleasure, pushing her to the brink of a quivering orgasm.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" you interrupt, casually sauntering up behind them.

The blonde elf twirls her head in your direction, staring blankly at you for a moment before flashing her toothy grin. "Inky!" she shouts, bouncing up and down."Fancy meetin' you here!

Indeed, discovering Sera here does come as a bit of a surprise. Especially since you didn't recall inviting her on this trip to the Palace. Your only guess is the elf stowed away in the supply cart, eager to avoid becoming another one of your time-passers inside the lead carriage.

"Evening, Sera," you reply, watching the elf writhe in pleasure. "And who's your little friend?"

"Mmmmmmhhggh!!!"

"This one?" Sera smirks, pointing to her crotch, "Just some noble bitch on my Red Jenny's list. My friends say she's been...ah, treating her servants like shite and...now she's gotta disappear."

You probably could have guessed this is Red Jenny business. The Friends of Red Jenny were an underground network of spies working to undermine the efforts of the cruel Orlesian nobility. For Sera, that usually involved pulling juvenile pranks like stealing noble's breeches or farting on all their expensive throw pillows. Of course, the elf is perfectly capable of **** too.

"That's quite the disappearing act," you joke. "Is this usually how your Red Jenny missions go?"

"Heh, I wish!" Sera snorts. "This one just happened to offer...begging for her life and whatnot..."

"And you accepted those terms?" you question her, quirking an eyebrow in Sera's direction.

"What can I say?" she snickers. "I gotta weakness for talented tongues. Lady tongues, Inky..." Sera feels the need to clarify, noticing your flourishing erection as you take in her little show.

"Fair enough," you smirk, allowing the elf her fun for once. "So, has she earned her life then?"

"I'd say so but it ain't my frigging call..." Sera admits, causing the noble to gasp into her cunt. "I'm just the girl who does the busy work, the big people decide who gets a face full of arrows."

"But in the end, you're the one holding the bow..." you argue, raising the noble woman's dress, quirking an eyebrow when you find the woman's nethers unburdened by any undergarments. "Don't you ultimately decide their fate?" you question, admiring the pale legs and round ass.

"Oi! Hold that thought, Inky..." Sera's breath suddenly quickens. "I'm gonna....I'm gonna...."

With a shuddering moan, the elf succumbs to her orgasm, her body twitching and spasming as she rides the waves of bliss rolling through her body. With a held breath and a bitten lower lip, Sera arches her back just as her cunt sprays a thick jet of love-honey across her victim's face.

"Take that, ya frigging...shitebag...pissfaced...arsemuncher." you hear Sera cursing under her breath as she mashes her quim into the noble's passed-out face, milking her orgasm for all it's worth before her whole body goes limp and she collapses onto the divan, a panting exhausted mess.

"Well Inky, can I keep her?" Sera asks you between heaving breaths.

"Excuse me?" you reply with a chuckle, a bit taken aback by her question.

"You said I decide her fate, right?" Sera says excitedly. "Red Jenny said to make her disappear so we take her back to Skyhold with us and I keep her as my little tongue pet, everybody wins! So can I keep her, Inky? Pretty please?" she begs, staring at you with pleading, puppy dog eyes.

"I don't know, Sera. A pet is a big responsibility. You'll have to feed her, walk her, bathe her...."

"Oi! I can do all that stuff easy!" the elf answers confidently.

"Not to mention, she's a noble so they'll be plenty of tariffs to collect and estates to maintain..."

"Ewww!" Sera sneers, crinkling her nose in disgust. "Let Josephine handle the gross shite, ey?"

"Well, I suppose letting you have a pet couldn't hurt..." you relent.

"Oh thank you, Inky!" Sera cheers as you suddenly find yourself on the receiving end of a hug. Your eyebrow climbs as you observe the elf reaching into her pack, only to retrieve an opulent quillback leather and diamond-studded dog leash and smoothly affix it around her pet's neck.

"And where did that come from?" you ask.

"Nabbed it outta Empress Celene's undies drawer..." Sera says rather matter of factly.

"You snuck into the Empress' chambers?" you offer, mildly impressed. "What were you doing?"

"Oh y'know, stealing breeches, fartin' on pillows, the usual..." she smirks, tugging on the leash. The harsh pull of the leash yanks the dazed noblewomen onto all fours at the elven girl's feet.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" the noble protests. "I'm the Grand Duchess of all of-"

The woman's words are cut off as Sera shoves a pair of Empress Celene's panties in her mouth.

"Wait, Sera..." you pause. "Doesn't this make you just as bad as the nobles you hate so much?"

"Nuh-uh, because..." she pauses, staring blankly as she wracks her brain over your question. "Ah! Inky, don't ruin all the fun..." Sera grumbles, leaping onto the woman's back like a horse.

Reaching back and smacking her new pet across the backside, Sera signals her steed forward as the two gallop (or rather slowly trudge) out of the palace garden. Confident that mental image will be burned into your memory for a while, you figure it's time to head back to the ballroom.