Here's a short banter between the ladies of the skyhold. (Except Cassandra.) They're trying on dresses for the Orlesian Ball, but an unwanted visitor

barges in and things do not turn out well. (Maybe for the visitor.) Enjoy! :)

The Inquisitor struggled to slip into the dress Vivienne had insisted on her wearing. It was just too tight. "Viv, I don't think this is going to work," she informed through gasps and grunts. Vivienne's voice floated up from some part of the room.

"Why don't you like it? I think it suits you quite well." She could tell Vivienne was disappointed.

"No, I do like it. It's just a bit tight." She shimmied and wriggled around, pulling up the dress as she went. Suddenly she lost her balance and stumbled into the blind next to her. They both went crashing to the floor. "Oof," the Inquisitor yelped as she landed.

As to prove her point, an awful tearing noise echoed throughout the room, making Vivienne cringed where she stood. "Well I guess that one is out, " Josephine mumbled while writing down something on her notebook. Mostly likely a check on how many times the Inqusitor upset Vivienne today.

"Ugh now I will have to find another. I will be right back." With that, Vivienne slipped out of the changing room to look for lost dresses in the skyhold.

The room grew quiet. Josephine, Sera and the Inquisitor were the only beings in the changing room. The space would be eerily quiet if it wasn't for Sera's grunts and grumbles about her dress. She finally came out from behind the blind. She twirled around and looked at the Inquisitor. "Does this make my butt look big," she questioned sarcastically.

The dress was hideous and definitely made her bosom stick out, due to the frills. The Inquisitor chuckled at her remark and Josephine joined in. The three of them filled the silence with laughter and jokes, until Vivienne strolled back in. She was holding many different elegant dresses, some far too fancy for the Inquisitor to even touch.

"Here we go. Try on this one." Vivienne tossed a light green dress, with black laces decorating the sleeves and the end of the dress, at the Inquisitor.

Confused, the Inquisitor glanced around the room. "I have no where to change. I accidentally ripped through the blind as well as the dress." Across the room, Sera shouted, "You can use this one when I'm done changing out of this monstrosity."

Vivienne snorted. "I thought that was a very cute dress... Oh well, Inquisitor try on the dress. We don't have time for waiting. I will keep watch." With a flick of her wrists, Vivienne gestured the Inquisitor towards the dress.

The Inquisitor sighed, knowing she didn't have a choice, and began removing the ripped clothing.

Suddenly, the room's door flew open and someone marched inside. That someone was Cullen. He was rambling about replacing some the troops in southern Fereldan, but he immediately stopped and dropped all his papers when he saw the Inquisitor. He turned a bright crimson in response.

The Inquisitor squealed and covered her bare chest with her arms. She blushed from the situation.

Cullen, wide-eyed and red, quickly averted his gaze and gathered his paperwork. He stood up again and covered his eyes with a hand. "Uhh forgive me... I-i clearly did not think this through." He peeked through his fingers, but hastily shut them again. "I will.. um... try speaking with you... at a more appropriate time," he paused. "I am truly sorry." He took a few steps back, stumbling over some unknown object, then retreated for the War Table.

Once he was gone, the Inquisitor slowly looked at Vivienne and glared. "I thought you would keep watch," she hissed.

The mage shrugged. "He was fast. I didn't hear him coming."

Sera appeared with a new dress on. "I bet he tiptoed to the door. He knew you would be in here. He just wanted a glimspe of what he'll get in the future, " she snickered.

The Inquisitor opened her mouth to object, but a new voice carried from the doorway. "So I heard templar boy blubbering about some problem he ran into and i decided I would investigate because I'm nosy like that. I have to say the only problem I see here is you covering up that treasure." The Inquisitor looked at Varric, who was leaning against the door frame, giving his best charming smile. It didn't work on her.

All the women in the room were staring daggers at Varric. "GET OUT," they screamed.

The dwarf fled the scene, laughing madly and dodging flying shoes aimed at him.