Round 5

As Jeane's gaze locked onto Halie's, her smile grew wider, a slow, sensual curve that seemed to draw the very air out of the room. The cleric's resolve crumbled further, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the heavy sweetness of Jeane's pheromones wash over her like a dark, heady tide. Halie's eyes widened, her face flushing hotter with every passing moment, as Jeane began to circle the room, her wings casting shifting patterns on the walls like the gentle lapping of waves against a moonlit shore.

The air vibrated with unspoken desires, thick with the scent of lubricant and the promise of pleasure. Hera shifted uncomfortably beneath Jeane's piercing stare, her amber eyes darting nervously to Abby, who sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on Hera like a trapped animal. Silra, meanwhile, watched Jeane with a mixture of fascination and frustration, her bright teal eyes sparkling with competitive desire as she mouthed a single, biting word: "Show-off."