Round 3

As Jeane's dark eyes locked onto Halie's, the cleric's resolve crumbled like sand between her fingers. The succubus's voice was a velvet whisper, weaving a spell of surrender that left Halie's breathless and trembling. Silra's gaze followed Jeane's, drinking in every curve and dip with an expert's relish, her eyes lingering on Halie before flicking away to the bar counter, where Hera shifted uncomfortably beneath her piercing stare.

The air vibrated with unspoken desires as Jeane's wings unfolded like dark leather sails, casting a hypnotic shadow over the room. Halie's cheeks flushed hotter with every passing moment, and she felt her breath coming in short pants, her body betraying her attempts to maintain composure. Meanwhile, Hera's eyes darted between Jeane and Silra, her own arousal warring with a growing sense of unease.