Round 47

Silra slumps against the wall, still dazed and filled with cum, as Halia steps forward to confront Jeane. "You think this is a game?" The cleric's voice trembles with barely contained fury. "That you can just... use people like that? Like we’re toys for your amusement?"

Jeane stands there, wings slightly unfurled and that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. “Explain yourself?” he echoes mockingly. “You want to see who has real control here? Then let’s do it properly.” His 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.*

Silra tries to process what just happened—how she ended up here, naked and gaping, while Jeane stands there like he’s discussing the weather instead of the fact that he just violated her in front of everyone. The others are freaking out, or about to. Halia looks ready to explode—good. Maybe she’ll actually do something useful for once. Hera’s face says she wants no part of this mess. And Abby… well, I don’t even know what the hell Abby’s doing here.

Jeane just stands there, casual and infuriatingly confident. “You think this is a game?” Her voice trembles with outrage. “That you can just... use people like that? Like we’re toys for your amusement?”

I roll my eyes internally at her dramatic pronouncements. It’salmost too easy to manipulate these pathetic creatures into whatever depravity I desire.