Round 4

As Jeane's wings unfolded, casting a hypnotic shadow over the room, Halie's cheeks flushed hotter with every passing moment. The cleric's resolve crumbled like sand between her fingers, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the heavy sweetness of Jeane's pheromones coat her skin like dew on petals at dawn. "No," the word came out harsher than intended, a desperate attempt to reassert control over the situation slipping through her fingers like sand.

Jeane's eyes met Halie's, and she moved with purpose, her wings casting shifting patterns on the walls as she circled the gathered women like prey before a hunt. The air vibrated with unspoken desires as Jeane's gaze followed Halie'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.