Round 7

The stone floor groaned beneath them like an ancient beast disturbed from slumber, each pulse sending vibrations up through their bones. Magic crackled in the air between them, thick enough to taste—ozonically sharp and sweet all at once. Silra's fingers danced across Jeane's exposed skin with a purpose that made the succubus' breath catch, her head tilting back as she surrendered to the sensation.

Hera moved closer, drawn by a hunger she couldn't quite name, her eyes dark with want as she watched the scene unfold before her. "You sure about this?" Halie's voice cut through the tension, tight with concern even as she found herself unable to look away from Jeane's form displayed so openly.

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 slow caress that had the succubus shivering despite the heat of the room. "The question is—are you?"