Round 39

The room's tension snapped taut as Halia stepped forward, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "This isn't what I signed up for!" she spat out, gesturing wildly at the scene before them—their companion slumped against the wall, thoroughly used and gaping open in a way that was both obscene and somehow arousing. The words hung heavy in the air, challenging everything Jeane had just finished demonstrating with brutal efficiency.

Jeane turned fully toward Halia now, her wings shifting to frame her body in an intimidating display of power. The movement drew everyone's attention—especially Hera's—to the impressive span of those dark, leathery appendages. "Equals?" she repeated, her tone dripping with mocking amusement. "Oh please. You're a cleric who can't even manage to satisfy her own needs without whining about it." The words were cruel but delivered with such casual confidence that they landed like physical blows.

Halia's face flushed red with anger and humiliation. "I'm not—" she started, but Jeane cut her off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "If you're so bothered by the arrangement," she said coolly, "then perhaps you should find other employment." Her crimson eyes gleamed as she added, "Though I doubt anyone else would be quite as… accommodating to your particular skill set."

The insinuation hung there, thick and heavy—Jeane was making it clear that not only did she control the situation but also that Halia's value to the party depended entirely on her willingness to participate in whatever depraved acts were required. It was a power play designed to reassert dominance after Silra's public use had created uncertainty.

Hera found herself torn between admiration for Jeane's complete lack of shame and growing unease at the direction this was heading. She glanced over at Abby, who looked ready to bolt at any moment—her young eyes wide with shock and arousal she clearly didn't understand or want to acknowledge. The poor girl seemed completely out of her depth in this situation.

But before anyone could respond further, Jeane's attention shifted suddenly. Her gaze landed on Hera with predatory interest. "You've been awfully quiet over there," she purred, taking a step closer. "Does that mean you enjoyed the show?"