Round 3

The succubus' smile widens as she closes the distance, her movements predatory and graceful. The light from her wings casts flickering shadows across the floor between them, drawing attention to her lithe form and the way her breasts sway with each step. "Apologies?" Her voice is a silken caress, carrying an undertone of amusement. "Darling, you're not interrupting anything—you're adding to the festivities." She reaches out, trailing one finger along Abby's jawline in a feather-light touch that somehow manages to be both innocent and deeply suggestive. "The question is whether you're here to observe... or participate?"