A dead Qunari and internal quarrels.

You don't trust Morrigan enough to leave her be for the whole day, hauling her reluctantly to the summit above, clad in a silk dancers outfit you'd appropriated during your travels in the West.

"Have you been practicing?"

"Only when I cannot ignore your foul compulsion." You ignore the pit of anxiousness those words incite and instead content yourself with finding a group of bored nobles to entertain. It doesn't take long.

"Gentlemen, Ladies, have you ever seen the silk dancers of the West perform their art?"

A man wearing a snobbish looking mask looks down its pointed nose at you, "Once or twice, why? Have you brought any of those thieves here?"

You smile wolfishly, pulling an angry Morrigan from behind your back, "even better, I've trained a Chasind woman in the art. No need to worry about your purse strings my good man, she's not subtle enough to wrest them from you." You shove her into the center of the forming crowd and give her an expectant nod. You feel her resistance immediately and you're glad you didn't leave her in the ritual room alone. For long moments it's a battle of the wills, the wild witch standing with crossed arms, her transparent clothes doing little to hide her svelte body. The noble scoffs and you feel the crowd losing faith in your ability to control your servant. You turn the full power of the throne on Morrigan, outmaneuvering her with guidance from the many whispers of the well, trapping her consciousness like a moth under your hand.

Morrigan's arms slowly drop, her eyes never leaving yours, before rising on either side and lifting the silk veils. The crowd murmurs and seems to feed off of her resistance, tittering at the witch's exhibitionist dance. You hear a lady whisper to another from the crowd, "Doesn't she remind you of someone? I know I've seen her before..." With that, you feel Morrigan's resistance break and she looks down from your gaze, beginning to swirl and dance in earnest. You grin.

For all her posturing and aloof attitude, she still has an oceans worth of pride that has not diminished even after sitting by your side as your personal cocksleeve for years. She couldn't bear the thought of the Orlesian nobles recognizing her as the Empress' mysterious magical advisor, now a dancing **** girl for the Inquisitor. Since the Throne made sexual manipulations child's play, you'd had to search for a more inventive approach when it came to playing with your witch ****. Amusingly, you had enjoyed her dancing lessons far more than her oral duties over the past two years.

Just as her dance really begins to kick off, sinuous movements and gyrating hips drawing an ever-larger crowd, you feel a tug at your arm. You glance back to find an Inquisition messenger regarding you seriously, barely sparing Morrigan a glance. That did not bode well, "What happened?"

"Son of a... Fucking... Maker damned..." You can't even think of an appropriate curse to finish the string of expletives. Before you lies a very dead Qunari soldier, a blood trail leading directly back to an Eluvian hidden in the middle of the palace. Cullen and Liliana stand by your sides while Josephine does her best to diffuse the angry group of nobles barred from entry by the Inquisition guards.You rub the bridge of your nose, "Who found him like this?" A small elf woman steps forward, saluting smartly. You eye her up and down before reminding yourself you had better things to do, "We need to keep this quiet. At least until we know what's going on." Your advisors seem surprised at your focus, clearly expecting you to facefuck the girl while giving orders, but nod readily.

Josephine is less enthused when she returns, "What?! We can't keep this a secret! The council already thinks we're out-of-control power mongers, do you have any idea what this will do to our image even if they don't learn what happened?!" You give the flustered ambassador a light smack on the tit to remind her who she's talking to, drawing forth a yelp and sending one of her golden pasties flying from its tenuous perch on her nipple.

"We keep this quiet until we know more. If they find out about a Qunari infiltration, here of all places, they're more than liable to start making poorly thought out decisions. We can't trust them to be reasonable." Josephine rubs her breast sullenly, you aren't sure whether her eyes are shining from emotion or pain, but keeps her silence. Cullen gives you a reproachful look but Leliana is all business, "What's our next move?"

"We need to get that Eluvian open and stable. Fortunately, we have two of the foremost experts on the subject already here. Someone fetch Morrigan from her show in the yard and set her to work, I need to find Hawke."

"Hawke? What can she do?"

"It's more: what can her companion do. Step to it people!"