Round 4

Jeane's 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?"

Silra eyes the newcomer carefully, noting every micro-expression and body shift. Her hand remains near the hilt of her blade, a subtle but unmistakable warning. "Oh look, we've attracted genuine curiosity," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she moves to position herself between this unexpected guest and the more... eager participants of their little gathering. "How delightful." The rogue's fingers drum against her thigh rhythmically—an involuntary tell that betrays her suspicion even as her smile remains fixed and polite. "I'm Silra, and you are?" she asks, her tone carefully neutral.

Hera steps further into the room, her gaze flickering between the faces of the women already present. The tension is palpable, and she can feel their eyes on her, assessing, curious. "Hello, everyone," she says, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach. "I'm Hera," she continues, gesturing vaguely at the room. "I wasn't expecting... this." She tries to smile, to appear more relaxed than she feels.*