On a dark night in a hut somewhere in the Korcari Wilds, an apostate witch silently gazed on as her teenage daughter tended to the hearth. The younger witch stoked the fire to a roar and the flames' bright, flickering lights illuminated her figure. The older witch took a sip of her tea and thought, "Yes, it is time that I told her."

"My child, you are nearing 16 years on this plane of existence," Flemeth declared. "It is time - past time, in fact - that I taught you the most powerful of all spells for any sorceress: Elvira's Décolletage Enhancement."

"Most powerful?" Morrigan asked quizzically, then put the fire poker to the side of the hearth and took a chair facing the elder witch. "Pray tell: what precisely does this incantation do, mother?"

Flemeth chuckled and grinned. "It slows and distracts your opponents, my child! It reduces their intelligence and gives you vastly expanded powers of persuasion over them," she explained. "Outside of battle, it makes bewitching subjects easier. Inside battle, it protects you by making your opponents less aggressive. They may even momentarily forget themselves and do naught but stare at you."

"Intriguing," Morrigan remarked. "What is required to cast it?"

"Less than you might assume given its power," Flemeth revealed. "Once you learn the spell, you need only enchant your garments and wear them. The effect is passive, but quite powerful. It works on males of all races: humans, elves, dwarves and qunari. It's generally less effective on other females but can still be quite potent."

The young witch arched a brow. "Tis true? Then I shall enchant the robe I bought from the merchant caravan outside of Lothering! It is most luxurious cloth, finely-dyed ruby red and quite warm. I should quite like an excuse to wear it regularly."

Flemeth shook her head. "That will not do," she warned. "No, the enchantment has certain requirements that that robe does not fulfill. Not without significant alterations to the item."

Morrigan frowned. "I should have guessed. There is always a price to be paid with magic," she grumbled. "Very well: what would we have to do?"

The elder witch took another sip of her tea as she pondered the question. "To ensure that the garment is imbued with the spell's power, we would have to remove about, ohhh... 9/10ths of the cloth. It must also be made sheerer. Translucent is best."

Morrigan's jaw dropped. "What?! Mother, that would leave me practically bare-chested! I'm proud of my, let's call them 'physical endowments,' but-"

Flemeth curtly interrupted her daughter. "'Breasts,' my dear. They're called 'breasts.' And that's why I must teach you this spell. Yours have grown noticeably since the last harvest season."

Morrigan rolled her eyes. "Fine, 'breasts.' How can it be wise to leave them uncovered and displayed for all to see?"

The elder witch cackled with laughter. "Ah, but that IS a key part of the spell! This magic creates a great reality-warping paradox: your breasts shall be prominently displayed, the skin exposed to wind and sun and yet they shall also seen by all as sufficiently clothed and covered! All will stare, but none will say anything or even acknowledge that they are staring!" she declared. "In my youth, I once used this enchantment when six-score Templars marched into a town I was visiting. Not one dared arrest me or even raise a hand against me. As I strode out of the town - for there was no need to rush away - I saw that some of the Chantry's own witch-hunters could do naught but drool when in my presence."

Flemeth leaned back in her chair and smiled for a few moments as she recalled this incident. Her manner then returned to being gravely serious. "The spell is so powerful that it is oft-claimed that it can even enchant people on other planes of existence! It is said that there is another plane home to powerful mages that can pierce the veil between worlds and peer into ours. These mages can control and manipulate those who exist on our plane. They have been known to intervene to protect and preserve sorceresses, but usually only the ones that employ this particular enchantment. Sometimes when a sorceress falls in battle, the mages will even reverse time itself to undo her death!"

"Amazing! I see why you say it is so powerful," Morrigan replied. "I shall wish to learn it! But I do not want to tear my ruby-red robe asunder. What other items of clothing could I enchant?"

Flemeth raised a single finger motioning her daughter to wait. The elder witch strode to a chest in the corner of the hut and took from inside a smaller box. "Here. This contains items that you may use to assemble a perfect garment to use for the spell."

The daughter took the box and gazed inside it, baffled. She held some of the items up and examined them. "Mother, this contains but a single silken shawl, some string, beads, tribal necklaces, strips of animal hide and a few feathers."

The elder witch nodded. "It is all you need, my child. In fact, it is best if you don't even use all of the items in this box."