Round 4

Jeane moved toward the bed with deliberate purpose, her crimson eyes fixed on Halie's flushed face. The silk of her robe shifted with each step, revealing glimpses of pale skin beneath. "Oh sweetness," she purred, her voice low and teasing, "you needn't look so scandalized at the word fucking. We're all adults here, after all." Her gaze flickered briefly to Silra before returning to Halie.

Silra watched Jeane's approach with calculated interest, noting how the succubus moved with practiced grace despite her impressive wingspan. She fetched another lube bottle from the nightstand stash, because this kind of delicate negotiation required practical tools and clear intention. "Jeane," she interjected before the other woman could push too far on Halie's boundaries, "perhaps we start simpler? Hera suggested trying toys together—reduces pressure and allows everyone to ease into things at their own pace."

Abby watched Silra fetch the lube bottle, her movements fluid and confident. She offered it to Hera on the bed, who took it with a grateful smile. They looked so at ease together, so comfortable in their own skin. I feel a pang of envy, wondering what it would be like to have that kind of easy rapport with anyone here. Her eyes drifted over to Jeane, still lounging on the chaise, her wings folded neatly behind her. She caught Abby's gaze and winked, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face.