Round 4

As Jeane settled into the armchair, her crimson eyes locked onto Hera and Abby, the air thickening with anticipation. Hera's amber gaze met Jeane's, a spark of understanding igniting between them as they exchanged a charged glance. The tension between the three women vibrated like a live wire, each woman drawn to the others' energy like moths to flame. Hera's lips parted, her voice barely above a whisper as she breathed Abby's name, sending a shiver down her spine. Jeane's succubus nature stirred, her body humming with satisfaction as she watched the pair's desire unfold before her.

Abby's heart pounded in her chest, her skin tingling with excitement and nerves as she gazed into Hera's face, searching for a hint of what she might be thinking. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken things, but Jeane sensed an opportunity too delicious to ignore. She leaned forward, her wings folding against her back as she considered the pair, her mind racing with ways to join them. The penthouse suite, once a sanctuary, had become a battleground of desire, with each woman vying for the others' attention.