Booze, Breeches, and Brews (Solas X Reader)

And with that said, the elf immediately sank her hands into one of the drawers and pulled out a handful of grey garments. She tilted her head and hummed in thought. "Looks to me like Mr. Stiff needs more excitement in his life!"

"Yes, and what better place to start him off than his breeches, of all things!" the Tevinter exclaimed sarcastically, though his face showed that the idea amused him greatly.