Round 19

The bedroom door closes with a soft click that echoes through the suite, sealing Jeane and Silra inside for their "private discussion." Outside in the main room, the clock on the wall ticks away the seconds with maddening precision—5:12, 5:13, 5:14. Halie's eyes dart toward it, her anxiety visible in every line of her body. She turns to Abby, who stands nearby looking lost and frightened. "We should... I don't know what we should do," Halie admits, her voice barely more than a whisper. The music box on the side table continues its relentless, cheerful melody, filling the silence with something that feels increasingly wrong.

In the bedroom, Jeane circles Silra slowly, her crimson eyes never leaving the elf's face. "Consequences?" she muses, tasting the word. "Oh yes, my dear Silra. We'll discuss consequences in great detail." Her wings shift slightly behind her, rustling like leather on stone. Silra meets Jeane's gaze evenly despite the sorceress' obvious power advantage. "That's what I was hoping we could do," she says, her voice steady but her stomach still churning with residual semen and anxiety. The clock outside ticks onward—5:16 now.

Back in the main room, Halie moves toward the bedroom door, her hand hovering uncertainly over the handle. "Maybe just listen for a moment," she mutters to herself, conflicted by her desire to help Silra and her terror of confronting Jeane directly. She presses her ear to the wood, trying to make out what's happening inside. Abby watches Halie with wide eyes, then glances back at the clock—5:17.*