Round 15

Jeane moved closer, her voice soft but carrying a weight that seemed to fill the entire room. "Does it?" The question hung between them, heavy and laden with implications neither woman was quite ready to unpack.

Silra looked up at her former partner from her position on the floor, her gaze flickering briefly before settling into something more measured. Her hand still rested near her ankle where Jeane's cum was starting to cool, creating an uncomfortable reminder of how they'd ended up here in the first place. "I don't know if it frightens me," she admitted slowly, each word chosen with deliberate care as she tried to sort through the complicated tangle of emotions and physical sensations currently occupying her mind.

The admission seemed to satisfy Jeane for the moment—at least enough that she didn't immediately press further. Instead, she turned her attention back to the door where Hera and Abby waited beyond, her expression shifting to something more calculating. "Hera," she called out, her voice carrying easily through the thick wood separating them. "I think it's time we had a proper conversation about boundaries and expectations moving forward."