Round 10

The wardstone pulsed again, louder now, its surface rippling with visible energy. Jeane's fingers tightened on Silra's hip almost imperceptibly, her crimson eyes locked onto the elf's face as she considered the challenge. The building itself seemed to groan around them, walls straining against some unseen pressure. Hera gasped softly from her position in the corner, amber eyes wide with both arousal and concern. Abby shifted behind the curtained alcove, no doubt trying for a better view while remaining hidden. Only Halie stood her ground, blue-grey eyes fixed on the wardstone with growing alarm.

"Sure about this?" The cleric's voice cut through the tension, tight with barely contained worry even as she found herself unable to look away from Jeane's form displayed so openly before them all. The succubus merely smirked, her expression a silent dare that made Silra's lips curl in response—half amusement, half something darker that mirrored her own growing unease. The ward answered Halie's doubt with another pulse, sending a visible ripple across its surface that made Abby whimper softly from her hiding spot behind the bar.

Silra glanced at Hera still standing in the corner, her amber eyes dark with want but shadowed by something else—caution maybe? Or was it jealousy? The thought made Silra's lips curl into a smirk even as she focused back on Jeane. "You want to test limits?" she asked, already knowing the answer even before Jeane's pupils dilated with arousal and conflict both visible in those crimson depths.