You leave with a bill and a monstrous hangover.

Some hours later...

Moaning into your drink, you finish in Eve's mouth at just about the same time your mouth finishes off the last of the wine.

For her part, your favoured escort smiles up at you, a twinkle in her blue eyes and her facepaint smudged and smeared off from the zeal with which she worshipped your cock.

"With zat, perhaps it is time to call it a day." The Orlesian cougar says, her voice tired but satisfied, as she wipes her mouth.

You can't help but notice that Eve only seems to have had enough once your coin pouch starts to look positively wilted in comparison to the heavy and bulging one you brought in. Funny, that.

Still, you've had your fun, so you thank Eve for an enjoyable day, or two days, or however long you've spent in the desire demon-like grip of the Sapphire, pay up and stumble dizzily for the door, staff in hand.

As you exit the brothel, you're not prepared for the bright southern sunlight beating down on you. Finding it to very much be the straw that breaks the druffalo's back, you crouch against the wall of the establishment and vomit. A foul, reddish bile that seems awfully reminiscent of bad wine.

Once you stop wretching, you stand and make for the highways.

-

A day later...

The fresh, sea air has done wonders for your hangover. The travelling, less so. Still, by the time you sight Beaunoir, you're starting to feel more like a man, less like a reanimated corpse.

You make haste into the coastal town. No doubt you've missed the ship you were supposed to greet Vivienne's guest from. But perhaps you can still find them at the inn...

-

Later, at Montsimmard...

"Lady Vivienne! Lady Vivienne!" The Ferelden accent coming from the other side of the First Enchanter's door is unmistakable.

"Enter, Ser Olivia." Vivienne intones. Obliging, the golden-haired templar obliges and lets herself come clanking in.

Vivienne is sat on her desk. Or more accurately, a dark-haired young mage lies on his back on said desk, his robes nowhere to be seen, and his cock pointing proudly to the ceiling. Vivienne is sat on the lad's face.

Olivia paused for a moment, admiring the scene before her. Even to a mind as twisted and diseased as hers, the casual debauchery of the Montsimmard Circle was always a treat to behold. One day, when she was Knight-Commander, and had every man in the tower at her beck and call, Olivia hoped to exercise the same privileges.

"Do you have a reason to be here, Olivia?" Vivienne asked tersely. One could scarely tell from her comported face and tone that the First Enchanter was being eaten out. "Or did you simply come up here to admire my gentleman friend?"

"Yeah, I had a matter, but now that I'm here..." Olivia smiled, reaching out to play with the mage's lengthy cock.

"Speak, then." Vivienne tells her. "You should know, I dislike being interrupted, my dear."

"It's about our newest mage." The former noblewoman begins, playing with the mage's prick. "Your little pet."

"What of him?" Vivienne asks.

"He's a little late back. And no word from him, either. His first time out unsupervised in the wide world. He could be halfway to Tevinter by now!" Olivia warns.

"I doubt it." Vivienne pants, stroking the other mage's hair. "Unlike some present company, his mind seems to be in good working order. He should know there is more for him in this Circle than there is in the entire north."

"I suppose I'm not as trusting as you, Madame Vivienne." Olivia remarks, stooping to kiss the eager cockhead before her. "Just send me out with the lad's phylactery. I'll have him back before you know it."

"All these... concerns you're having." Vivienne begins. "I have a hard time believing they have nothing to do with your _obsession _with said mage?" The First Enchanter states. "You are to return to your quarters, and not to act on this. Do you understand?"

"But-" Ser Olivia protested.

"You can go to your quarters or the Knight Commander's stocks." Vivenne said bluntly. "Do I make myself clear?"

"...Yes, Lady Vivienne." Olivia said tersely.

"Smashing. Now, unhand Cole's cock and leave." The beautiful enchanter insists, her voice turning from stern to cordial on a silver.

Olivia marched out of the room. As much as she wanted to go after the object of her infatuation, nothing was worse another spell in Baron's chains.

-

In Beaunoir...

You had entered The Sea Duck, the town's waterfront inn, only a few moments ago. Asking about the ship that arrived the other day, you ask the innkeep if she's taken in any passengers who disembarked.

With a nod, and the last of your coin, the innkeep points you to a booth...