Round 17

Jeane turns her attention back to the mirror, dismissing Halie with a casual wave of her hand. "Enough whining from you. The night is young and I intend for it to remain entertaining." She focuses on the writhing entity beyond the glass, a predatory smile curving her lips as she considers its potential uses.

Silra remains sprawled on the bed, still panting softly from her intense orgasm. Her eyes flicker open as Jeane moves away, but instead of rising to join them or even speak up in Halie's defense, she simply watches with a glazed expression—too lost in post-pleasure haze to intervene.

Halie clenches her fists at her sides, jaw tight with barely restrained fury. She opens her mouth as if to speak again, but Jeane’s cold dismissal stops the words before they can form.