Round 8

As Hera stormed out of the penthouse suite, her voice echoed down the hallway, a stark contrast to the sultry atmosphere that lingered within. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustling of Jeane's dark leathery wings as she shifted her weight. Silra, sprawled on the bed, watched Hera's departure with a mixture of curiosity and longing, her eyes never leaving the door behind her. Halie, kneeling beside Silra, gently touched her face, searching for any sign of the friend she knew. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of concern and desire hanging in the air like a challenge. Jeane's gaze lingered on Halie, her crimson eyes gleaming with a predatory light, as if daring her to resist the invitation to join the impromptu gathering.