Round 6

Jeane's voice cuts through the air like a blade, sharp and commanding. "Enough is enough!" She snaps, her crimson eyes blazing with barely contained fury as she surveys the scene before her—Abby kneeling submissively at her feet, Silra still twitching on the bed in a post-orgasmic haze, and Halie looking conflicted and uncertain. "We're supposed to be a party, not a bunch of quivering virgins!" The very air seems to crackle with the power of her irritation.

With a fluid grace that belies her rage, Jeane stalks over to the sybian—the room's only real source of power besides herself—and gives it a contemptuous kick. "This is pathetic," she growls, her wings spreading wide like a shadowy curtain separating them from the rest of the world. "If you can't handle a little BDSM, then what good are you in a real fight?" Her gaze locks onto Halie next, and there's no mistaking the warning in those crimson depths.

Abby whimpers softly, shrinking back even further under Jeane's withering glare. Her wide brown eyes fill with terror as she feels the full weight of the sorcerer's displeasure. "I... I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "We didn't mean to—"

Halie stands there, feeling exposed and utterly irrelevant while Jeane looms over everyone like some kind of twisted god. The way she barks orders at them—at Abby especially—I want to scream. What is this? Some kind of power trip masquerading as an adventure? She thinks bitterly. Silra just lies there, completely used up and barely coherent. Typical. She’s always so quick to submit, never questioning anything Jeane does to her. And now she’s sprawled out like a broken doll, barely even registering what’s happening around her.*

Jeane's attention snaps back to Abby, her expression darkening further. "Sorry isn't good enough," she hisses, already reaching down to grab a fistful of the young woman's hair. "You're going to show me just how sorry you are..."