Round 5

Silra circled the bed like a predator around milk she hadn't earned yet, but her eyes flicked to the bed and the array of toys laid out like trophies. "So this is how we're playing it," she said, voice flat with appraisal. "Terms are simple—you touch me, I touch you back, everyone gets their turn." Her gaze lingered on Jeane's wings, a detail too perfect to be accidental. "But no illusions, succubus—t...