Your interests lie elsewhere...

"Forgive me, First Enchanter." you begin hesitantly. "While you're obviously an attractive woman, to put it mildly. I'm just... not as attracted to women as I am men.”

Your heart pounded in your chest to actually admit it to someone. Sure, you felt a certain... infatuation towards Lady Vivienne, it was impossible not to. She was beautiful, glamourous, and powerful, but you weren't sure your feelings went beyond that.

“Oh, that's quite alright, darling.” Vivienne responds. The Enchanter seems understanding, if a little disappointed. "We welcome all sorts up here, and your tastes may not be as... niche as you believe."

Crossing the room, Madame de Fer makes for the door. As she moves, your eyes track down, drinking in her arse. While you were primarily only attracted to members of your own sex, there was simply no denying the almost hypnotic beauty with which the dark-skinned Enchanter swayed.

"Elodie? Be a dear and fetch Renard, would you?" Vivienne says curtly, leaning out of her office door. It's done, and soon Vivienne's attendant returns, a silverite-clad, clanking Templar in tow.

Vivienne beckons him to join you in her office.

"Renard, this is the newest member of our debauched little society." Vivienne tells him.

"Another one?" the golden-haired young man scowls, looking you up and down.

Renard is only a few years younger than you, tall, athletic, even for a Templar, with an aggressive energy about him. His eyes are a piercing blue, a distinctive scar winding it's way across one of them and over his eyebrow slightly.

You'd never seen him before. If you had, there's a good chance he would've made it into your nightly masturbatory fantasies, along with several of the other hotter Templars.

"I want him to indulge in the paradise I've created, only it seems the female form." Vivienne emphasises herself. "Doesn't do it for him."

"So you want me to help." Renard rolls his eyes. "Andraste's perky, well-fucked tits, woman..."

"Enough of that Templar." Vivienne says imperiously. "Don't forget why you're in this situation, or who you ultimately answer to, Darling."

With a sigh, Renard obliges, reaching into his breeches and withdrawing his cock. Your eyes are drawn to it in a flash, his length, the thickness. With his confidence, you can only imagine how he'd make you scream...

"Yep, he's definitely one of those." Renard observes, stroking himself to hardness.

"You like what you see, sissy?" the blonde asks, his tone mocking.

Between the increasing heaviness of your breathing, and your growing erection, he scarcely needs an answer.

"Why don't you go closer, show him exactly how much you like it, darling?" Vivienne remarks, biting her lip and settling in for a show.