Round 46

Jeane's boredom shifts into something more dangerous as Halia's confrontation escalates. The sorceress unfurls her wings slightly—leathery and imposing in the dim light of the penthouse suite.

Halia stands her ground, hand gripping her holy symbol tightly. The silver catches the light, a stark contrast to the room's atmosphere of sin. "You think this is a game?" Her voice trembles with barely contained fury. "That you can just... use people like that? Like we’re toys for your amusement?"

Jeane lets out a harsh laugh, her crimson eyes gleaming dangerously. "You want to talk about control? About power dynamics?" She takes a step closer, wings spreading wider in an intimidating display. "Then let’s do it properly." Her gaze sweeps around the room—taking in Silra slumped against the wall, still dazed from her recent use; Hera looking conflicted and uncertain; even poor Abby shrinking in the corner.* "This isn't some kind of heroic quest," she drawls, voice dripping with contempt. "And if you can’t handle it, then maybe you should find another party."