Interrupt Vivienne's spa day!

Strolling through the palace gardens, you stumble across what appears to be the outdoor spa.

It’s here that you spot Grand Enchanter Vivienne sunbathing, in the nude no less, atop one of several reclining couches around a large, reflecting pool. You couldn't help but notice the tall, muscular male attendant standing over her stroking his cock. And as you approach even closer, the glistening sheen of off-white spunk coating the mage's luscious body from head to toe.

“Inquisitor!” she greets you warmly, somehow recognizing you through the tiny cheese wheels placed over each of her eyes and yet making no attempt to get up. “So lovely to see you, dear.”

“Vivienne,” you acknowledge, looking her up and down. “You’re certainly looking…relaxed.”

“Oh yes, darling.” she purrs, stretching her arms. “The staff here are simply miracle workers.”

“I can see that…” you chuckle, admiring the so-called "miracle work" covering her dark skin.

"Anton here was just about to freshen up my face.” she touts. “Anton, dear. Do say hello."

Anton raises his head, the two of you sharing several seconds of awkward eye contact as the man continues to stroke himself off. You nervously clear your throat, turning your attention back to the ebony beauty spread out on the couch.

"I assume you’ve already spoken with our lovely new Divine...” Vivienne offers cheekily.

"Indeed I have," you smirk, hearing the hint of snark in her tone. “I should hope there aren't still hard feelings about the Inquisition backing Cassandra over you for the Sunburst Throne."

“Not at all, darling.” she creaks, putting on a **** smile. Even behind the two cheese wheels, you detect a slight twitch of her eyelid. “After all, the position was of such little interest to me."

You can't help but chuckle at the enchanter's words. That's quite a different tune from the one she'd been singing, or rather moaning, just two short years ago. You could never forget the day you entered your bedchambers to discover Madam De Fer waiting for you on all fours with the proposal that an ass as perfect as hers needs, nay deserves, a perfect throne to match.

Before you call the mage out on her hypocrisy, the muscle-bound man lets out a deep groan, gritting his teeth as the speed of his stroking increases. It isn’t long before he starts cumming.

Vivienne grins as the hunk’s seed splashes her face in wet plops. As if on cue, the ebony mage opens her mouth allowing the man to wring the last dollops of cream into her waiting mouth. Letting out a sigh, she then licks the corners of her lips. "Don't you just love spa day, darling?"

“Will that be all, Madam?” Anton pants, wiping away the beads of sweat from his forehead.

“Yes, dear. Thank you.” she waves him off but not before lifting the cheese wheel over her eyes to catch one last glimpse at his toned backside as he saunters off. You're starting to understand why Dorian chose the particular area of the courtyard to sit as the nude man strides right past the couch your other mage friend is currently using to read his book.

“So," you smirk, your gaze turning back to the mage’s cum-glazed body. "This is spa day, huh?"

“How else did you think I kept this youthful glow, darling?" she offers with a dainty chuckle, the sudden curling of her lips sending trickles of warm seed running down her cheek and chin.

"And yet you complained whenever my soldiers did this to you back at Skyhold..." you argue.

"My dear, that was commoner cum." she balks in response. "Absolutely dreadful for the skin."

"Ah, of course," you laugh. "Though I can't help but notice your friend missed a few spots..."

"So he did..." she frowns, gently dabbing her cheeks. "Inquisitor, would you be a dear and-"

"Use your face as my cum rag?" you interject, gripping your cock excitedly. "With pleasure!"

Not needing to be told twice, you step up behind Madam de Fer positioning your cock over that haughty face of hers as you pump your shaft in preparation of giving Vivienne a proper facial.

Just as you're starting to find your groove, you notice something out of the corner of your eye...