Round 1

[Narrator | Narrator]
The Narrator lets the room settle, then lays out the immediate proposition before Jeane, Silra, Halie, Hera, and Abby: something in this place now demands a clear answer from each of them before the night can move forward.

[Jeane | Succubus]
Jeane's red eyes gleam with predatory interest as she listens to the narrator, her wings rustling softly behind her. Demands a clear answer? How delightfully direct. Her voice is smooth and measured, a seductress at rest. What exactly are we being asked to commit to here—besides the obvious carnal pursuits?

[Silra | Rogue]
Silra inclines back in her chair with an expression that suggests she's tasted something slightly bitter. Demands a clear answer? How quaintly theatrical.

[Halie | Cleric]
I lean forward with my hands clasped, a posture of careful consideration. A demand for commitment? That implies coercion—something I'm not prepared to accept.

[Hera | Civilian]
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, a tangle of unease and curiosity twisting through me. A demand? That sounds rather... intense. My voice wavers slightly as I continue, Look, I'm all for having a good time, but I need to know what exactly we're signing up for here. Are you saying there are consequences if we don't agree to... whatever it is?

[Abby | Civilian]
I sit quietly at the end of the table, my hands folded in my lap as I listen to everyone else speak. My eyes dart nervously around the room, landing on each person before quickly moving away. When it's finally my turn to respond, I clear my throat softly.
"I... I think we should do whatever they want," I say, my voice so low it is almost inaudible. I glance towards Jeane, seeking reassurance in her commanding presence. My mistress knows best about these things. Whatever the 'demand' is, if she thinks it's worth considering, then it must be."