Round 3

The bedroom air shifted as Hera guided Abby out with firm purpose, the door closing behind them with a soft click that sealed away the immediate pressure of the scene inside. The hallway outside offered no sanctuary from tension—only dim lights casting long shadows across polished marble floors and muffled sounds drifting through the thick wood paneling. Hera's grip on Abby's hand remained tight as they moved further away, both women silent except for the rapid beat of their hearts echoing in their ears.

Back inside the bedroom, Jeane's attention snapped fully to Silra once the witnesses had departed. Her hand still rested possessively on the elf woman's grotesquely distended abdomen, fingers tracing slow circles over stretched skin with an expression that mixed clinical curiosity and predatory hunger. "Well," she purred, voice low and carrying that dangerous edge that always made people nervous, "it seems we have a bit of privacy now." Her fingers continued their exploration, mapping every contour of the unnatural swelling beneath them.

Halie stood frozen midway between the bed and the door, her internal struggle visible in the way her eyes darted between Jeane's smirking face and Silra's disturbingly calm expression. This was wrong on so many levels—medically unethical, professionally compromising, morally reprehensible—and yet that traitorous heat continued pooling in her core, responding to the sheer depravity of what they were about to do. No! Focus, Halie. This isn't pleasure—it's necessity. We need to help Silra. "Wait," she said finally, her voice coming out steadier than she expected despite the war raging inside her. "Before we... proceed with anything further, I need to examine her properly."