Round 11 Transcript

I circle the bed once, eyes on Jeane's face rather than her hand gesturing to those toys. The woman's good—very good at this. But I'm not some wide-eyed recruit she can dazzle with baubles and promises of pleasure. "Physical loyalty," I repeat flatly, a statement more than a question. "You're offering me... what exactly? A guard dog contract?" My own hand brushes along her shoulder—not quite a caress, more an appraisal—and I find myself leaning closer, voice dropping to that dangerous purr rogues use when they want someone to spill secrets. "Because from where I'm standing, that sounds an awful lot like you want something from me beyond just my body."

Halie's moving closer now, her mace a visible reminder of exactly how this could go wrong if I'm not careful. But my gaze doesn't leave Jeane's face as I wait for her answer. Because the real question isn't about the toys—I already know those are just tools to get me naked and pliable. The question is what she wants when I am.

I move closer to the bed, arranging the toys deliberately while Silra watches. Her eyes flick between me and Halie, calculating. Good girl—keep your priorities straight. Halie’s still standing there like she matters, but this isn’t her negotiation. “Physical loyalty,” I say, voice measured and sweet as poison, “means you serve me however I want, whenever I want.” My wings shift restlessly behind me, the feathers brushing my own skin in a sensation that makes my nipples harden further. “But it also means I take care of you properly—in every way that matters.” The sybian sits between us, a promise and a threat wrapped in soft leather.