Round 6

The stone floor pulsed beneath them like a living thing responding to their presence—or perhaps the escalating tension between its occupants. Magic crackled through the air thick enough to taste, making the hairs on the back of Halie's neck stand up in warning even as her body betrayed her with a traitorous flush of heat. Silra's fingers traced patterns on Jeane's exposed skin—exploring, claiming—and the succubus tilted her head back with a soft gasp that spoke volumes about what those touches were doing to her. Hera took another step closer, her eyes dark with want she barely understood herself.

"You sure about this?" Halie asked, her voice tight with concern even as she found herself unable to look away from the sight of Jeane's voluptuous form displayed so openly before them all. The ward pulsed again—louder now—and something in that sound made Abby whimper softly from her hiding spot behind the bar. Silra glanced at Halie, then back to Jeane with a smirk that promised all manner of delicious torment.

"Of course I am," she purred, running her hand down Jeane's arm in a way that had the succubus shivering despite herself. "Jeane and I have unfinished business, after all. And this ward clearly appreciates the entertainment." The stone groaned again underfoot as if agreeing with her assessment.