"Treacherous, blackmailing shems, the lot of you…"

Dorian threw back his head and laughed as Idril flinched, grasping the pole of Vivienne's canopied bed so tightly, her knuckles had turned white. The dark-skinned woman was behind her, lacing up a corset and adjusting the underskirt the Inquisitor was wearing as she held her breath, squirming.

"Do hold still, my dear. We would never be finish with this if you keep wriggling." Vivienne's cool voice told her as she pulled on the laces again. "Thank you for bringing her to me, Dorian darling. I do appreciate the help."

"You are welcome, dear Vivienne." Dorian said smirking, "And thank you for the payment. It is very much obliged." He said as he threw five sovereigns in the air and caught them, smirking down at Idril. "I have something to pay Varric now, I believe I owe him this after that ridiculous bet we made."

"Betrayed by my best friend for five sovereigns… ugh! Fenedhis, Vivienne, I can't breathe anymore!" Idril cried out as Vivienne tightened the corset again.

"Nonsense, my dear! I am quite familiar with these corsets, and I can assure you there is still breathing room for you." Vivienne said again, "But it seems you are gaining a little weight, darling. You ought to lose that. So, what shall we dress our dear Inquisitor in, Dorian? I have seen the sketches, and they are positively dreadful. I will not allow her to wear such out-dated fashions in the Empress' court."

Dorian settled into a chair near them and crossed his legs, "Hmmm… silk, perhaps? She is too fair-skinned to wear white. Perhaps an emerald green dress, then?"

Vivienne tied the corset tightly, causing Idril to grunt a little, before walking a little around her, "No, no… emerald green would clash horribly with her hair. Perhaps… a violet dress, no puffed skirt, of course. We should accentuate that shape, darling. Hmmm… a violet skirt, trimmed with blue around the chest, embroidered in silver. And a matching amethyst necklace, to bring out her eyes. Or perhaps something soft, like pink or peach…?"

"I. Am. Not. Wearing. Pink." Idril muttered through gritted teeth, taking short breaths, as the corset was too tight.

"You're right, darling. Pink is too much of an unflattering color." Vivienne said as she headed to her closet, "Stay right there, my dear, I'll see if I have a dress for you."

Idril huffed, "It's not like I can move in this, Vivienne."

But the mage was already looking around her closet, "Dorian, do watch over her. She's a sly little thing, and I can't have her going around in her undergarments."

Dorian smirked at Idril, "Of course, my dear Vivienne. I am getting quite the eyeful of her, and so I am content at not moving."

The elf glowered at him, causing him to laugh again, and she shook her head as she muttered again, "Treacherous, blackmailing shems…"