Round 6

Silra moved closer to Hera on the bed, setting down another bottle of lube beside the growing collection. Her teal eyes flickered between Jeane's still-spread wings and Halie's visibly uncomfortable posture. The poor cleric looked like a rabbit caught between two predators—one",
Hera said softly from her position near Halie, her amber eyes concerned. "Hey Halie, how are you feeling about using toys? We can start slow if you want." She reached out instinctively, then hesitated, letting her hand fall back to her lap.

Jeane approached the bed with a predatory grace, her dark wings stirring faint currents in the air. Her crimson eyes locked onto Halie's face, reading every micro-expression. "My dear cleric," she purred, voice smooth as silk, "‘fucking’ is what we’re here for, no? Unless you’ve changed your mind about this little arrangement?" Her gaze drifted pointedly to the array of toys on the nightstand—some innocent, others decidedly less so. The sybian caught her attention particularly; yes, that would be quite entertaining with the hesitant cleric.

Silra sighed internally. This was going to require more delicate handling than Jeane's usual approach. She turned slightly toward Halie, voice carefully measured. "Halie," she began, "what part of using toys bothers you? The idea or the execution?" Her eyes stayed on the cleric's face, watching for tells.