Round 49

Jeane's wings beat slowly, stirring the air as she circles Halia with predatory grace. The motion is almost hypnotic—each beat lifting her higher before settling back down, her crimson eyes never leaving the cleric's face. "Control?" she echoes mockingly, voice dripping with contemptuous amusement. "Then show me. Get on that sybian and prove you're not just another whiny little girl who can't handle the heat." She gestures dismissively toward the still-humming sex toy abandoned near the center of the room—an invitation wrapped in insult.

Halia's face burns with a furious blush, jaw working as she fights to control her temper. "You think this is about... performance?" Her voice cracks mid-sentence and she takes a deep breath through her nose before continuing in a low, dangerous tone. "I'm not some cheap whore for your entertainment, Jeane. I have boundaries—religious principles—that you seem determined to trample."*

Silra slumps further against the wall, trying to process what just happened—what she let happen—while Jeane and Halia square off like it’s some kind of drama competition. Great. Just fucking great. The others might be too chickenshit or braindead to intervene properly, but I’m definitely not. I mean, don’t get me wrong—I can appreciate a good hard fuck as much as the next girl (or monster), but this? This is getting out of hand.

Abby watches in wide-eyed horror from her hiding spot behind the couch, clutching her journal like a shield. The escalating tension between the women makes her feel like she’s stumbled into a nightmare—except everyone else seems to be enjoying it.