Round 50

The room’s air shifts subtly as Jeane’s wings beat in slow, deliberate strokes—each powerful downbeat stirring the expensive penthouse atmosphere while her upward beats carry her higher. She circles Halia with predatory grace, crimson eyes never leaving the cleric’s face as she speaks. "Control?" Her voice drips mockery. "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—an invitation wrapped in insult.

Halia’s face flushes crimson with furious blush, jaw working as she fights for control. "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 someone else's problem.*

Jeane tilts her head slightly at Halia’s outburst—this little drama queen really thinks she’s the center of the world. Pathetic. “Oh please,” she says with a bored wave of her hand, “save the melodrama for someone who cares. You want control? Then prove it—mount that sybian and show everyone what real submission looks like.” She gestures casually to the powerful sex toy in the corner. “Or are you just all talk? Another empty threat from someone too scared to face their...”