To Cassandra, for some reason.

Trailing Dagna up the stairs, the dwarf leads you back to the main hall. For a moment, you fear you've lost the tiny arcanist until you spot her passing the table Varric and Cassandra are using to play one of Skyhold's favorite pastimes since you acquired your Throne, strip Wicked Grace.

"I know you're cheating, dwarf. " Cassandra accuses, indignantly unbuckling her breastplate.

"Seeker, you wound me..." Varric replies sarcastically, eyes drinking in her perky breasts.

At first, Dagna simply wanders past the two following her "instrument" wherever it leads her when suddenly the arcanist halts, her Fade-tool glowing brighter as she turns back to the table. The dwarf waddles over, waving her device to and fro as you saunter up and greet the pair.

While you attempt to explain what is going on with the arcanist, Dagna climbs atop the table, her device beginning to glow brighter and brighter the closer she brings to Cassandra's face.

"May I help you?" the annoyed Seeker asks, staring down the barrel of the dwarf's glowing rod.

"Fascinating..." Dagna notes musingly, her equipment softly humming as she brushes it against the Seeker's now-scowling lips. "Lady Pentaghast, you're positively teeming with fade energy."

"Teeming?" Cassandra repeats unsteadily.

"Teeming!" the excitable dwarf nods. "You haven't visited the Fade recently, have you?"

"Well yes, at Adamant Fortress..." she admits hesitantly. "But I don't see what that -GLACK!"

The Seeker's words are immediately cut off as Dagna plunges her obsidian cock into her mouth. "MMMMFFMMM" is all you hear from Cassandra as the artifact reaches deeper into her throat.

"Sorry..." the dwarf blushes, "I probably should have asked permission before I did that, huh? Let's see, how about this? Gag really loudly if I'm allowed to probe your face for fade energy..."

"HRGURK..."

"Great!" Dagna bucks her hips. "Maybe I'll get a better reading from the back of your throat..."

With a surprisingly firm grip, Dagna holds Lady Pentaghast's head as she works her artifact in and out of the warrior's unsuspecting throat. Her eyes closed, Dagna appears deep in thought as she alters the speed and depth of her thrusts, the lyrium runes swinging from the base of her probe glowing brighter even as the Seeker gags, retches, and bats at the dwarf's stubby thighs.

"Shh, let me focus" the dwarf mutters, slapping away the warrior's hands as spit spills from the Seeker's lips and splatters on the swinging batteries smacking against her chin on every thrust.

"Oh Stone, I can feel something!" Dagna announces. "It's getting stronger...getting stronger..." With a final thrust, she hilts her device deep in the Seeker's throat before she reopens her eyes. "And now it's gone..." she sighs, finally retracting her tool from the warrior's throat.

As Cassandra gasps for air, Dagna gently hops down from the table and heads off for the doors. You lazily follow, glancing back to see the drool-covered Seeker with ruined make-up and the smirking Varric shuffling up another hand of cards.

"Mmm, that was fun..." the dwarf giggles, turning to you. "Did anybody else visit the Fade?"

"Well, I did obviously..." you answer honestly.

"Is that so?" she asks, eyeing you with a mischievous glint in her eye as she strokes her tool. "Maybe if I tried a different entry point..." she theorizes, sneaking a glance at your backside.

"Not on your life, dwarf," you let her down with a smirk. "My Deep Roads are exit-only..."

"You can't blame an arcanist for trying though, right?" Dagna snickers.

"C'mon," you smirk. "There's still one person I know you can try out that Fade-tool on..."