Round 9

Silra lounges across from Abby and Hera on the bed, her posture radiating an almost insolent ease. “Theatrical or not,” she drawls, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, “I always deliver.” Her teal eyes gleam with a challenge as she meets Jeane’s crimson gaze across the room. The succubus simply inclines back against the wall, wings settling comfortably behind her as if to frame her in shadow and leather.