With haste.

You knock on Vivienne's door.

"Come in, dear Warden" Vivienne calls, before the door opens, controlled by her magic.

Eagerly, you step inside. "Madame de Fer" herself is seated on a couch across the room, in a state of undress.

Her ornate robes, her silks and satins are currently nowhere to be found. Instead, all Vivienne wears as she stands and approaches you is lace lingerie. The white colour of her undergarments contrasts wonderfully with her black body.

"I'd heard tales of you, Madame." You say, your eyes roaming down her body and back again. "All understated."

"And I you, darling. To be honest, it's been a disappointment you've spent so little time in Orlais." Vivienne purrs.

"Indeed. To think we could've met years ago." You note, pulling her close. Vivienne kisses you.

The Enchanter's hand casually ventures to your crotch. Slipping into your trousers, Madame de Fer's all-too-soft hand encircles around your hardening cock.

"Let me be honest with you, Warden Cousland. I found your predecessor distasteful. In more than one way. I worked with him, even let the grubby pervert touch my body, but only for the good of Thedas. And myself, of course." Vivienne says.

"But you dearest, you're the kind of Inquisitor I can see myself genuinely supporting." Vivienne smirks. The mage pulls out your cock and speeds up her ministrations.