Round 12

Silra’s pale skin flushes with embarrassment as Halie’s words hang in the air—mostly because she knows the cleric is speaking a painful truth. “Shut up,” she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive posture that only serves to emphasize the way her shirt clings to her still-distended stomach. “You don’t get to judge me after what you just did.” Her teal eyes narrow dangerously as she glares at Halie. “And you. Don't act all innocent.”

Jeane’s laughter cuts through the tension like a knife—harsh and mocking. “Oh please. Don’t flatter yourself, little cleric,” she sneers, leaning forward in her chair with crimson eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. “Silra here was just trying to figure out how to get rid of you so she could have me all to herself again.” The succubus spreads her wings slightly, the dark leathery membranes catching the light as she shifts position.

Abby watches the entire scene unfold with her heart pounding so hard she swears everyone must be able to hear it. Silra and Halie arguing like that? Over something so… so obvious? It was right there for anyone to see! And now this thing in the mirror is watching too, its dark shapes writhing against the glass as if trying to break free.

I can't believe this fucking night. So we're just going to stand here and let some eldritch abomination crawl out of the mirrors while everyone argues about who's riding whom? The sheer stupidity is staggering. I should have known better than to trust a party full of horny idiots with actual safety.