Round 7

As Jeane glides across the room toward Hera on the bed, her movements fluid and deliberate, wings half-spread for dramatic effect, Halie steps into her path, voice measured but firm. "Enough of this charade," she says, cutting across the charged atmosphere. Her pulse quickens at proximity, yet she meets Jeane's gaze steadily, hands clasped loosely before her. The air vibrates with tension as Hera sits up abruptly on the bed, heart racing, and watches Jeane's sensual dance with a mix of awe and trepidation. Halie's stern interjection breaks through the charged air like a lightning strike, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. Silra's smirk from across the room speaks volumes – she's enjoying this spectacle far too much to intervene.