"But why do I need to wear a blindfold?" Alistair wailed helplessly to, well, he wasn't sure to whom he was speaking; Zevran had come around behind him with the piece of silk, while Oghren was in front of him, but he had clearly heard others around after that.
The silken voice of the Antivan whispered right in his ear, making him jump. "My friend, this is your final night of freedom, is it not? We are simply… helping you to be free, no?" The hairs began to rise on the young king's neck. His idea of freedom was more "kill the oppressive noble" while the elf's ideas were more "take off all your clothes". Speaking of which – he slapped at the hands that began plucking at his clothing.
"Stop that! What are you doing?" he asked in a voice growing increasingly shrill. A feminine giggle was his only answer and it was all he could do to keep from wrenching the blindfold from his face. He was somewhat familiar with this tradition, after all, and he didn't want to be a spoilsport, but it was very difficult. "Zevran! I'm not letting some strange woman take off my clothes!"
That voice, now in his other ear, accompanied a trailing hand across his back. Damn the elf. "We simply have a change of attire for you, and I thought you would appreciate some assistance with things. We would never want you to do, "and the voice dropped to a very faint, seductive whisper, "anything you didn't want to…"
That, of course, was when the hands pulled his shirt off. At least it was just the shirt. No, no that was the trousers, and the boots with them, of course. He was about to start slapping hands again when some kind of robe was pulled over his head instead. Ah yes, dress the former Templar up as a mage, no doubt. He sighed.
Wasn't the point of something like this that the groom should be having fun?
The door opened, followed by a more familiar giggle, thank the Maker. "Oh, you went with the blue brocade, very pretty, " Leliana commented from that direction.
"Hey, girly, no, um, girls allowed tonight, and you know it!" protested Oghren. Opening his mouth for the first time had also put a certain aroma in the air. Clearly he was starting early.
"Oh, I wouldn't think of ruining your fun, but Elissa wanted me to make sure that he, "and he felt a hand on his chest. Why did everyone think it was fine to touch the blindfolded man? "That he isn't getting in any trouble. So I brought someone who always has her interests at heart to keep him company." A piece of leather was thrust into his hand. Eh? He pulled his hand back as he felt a slimy tongue touch it.
"That's it! I draw the line at being licked!" He immediately flushed red at the canine whine that answered his protest. He barely heard it above everyone laughing at him.
"This is going to be a very long evening, "he muttered.