Round 6

Jeane's wings fluttered with barely contained excitement as she saw Abby standing frozen in the doorway. Oh, don't be shy now. She purred, taking a step closer to the newcomer. We're all friends here, aren't we? Besides, it's much more fun when everyone participates. Don't you think, Silra? Her eyes gleamed with predatory interest as she watched Abby's wide-eyed terror.

Silra's hand moved to rest casually on the hilt of a dagger hidden at her hip, her gaze never leaving the newcomer. Participates... She muttered, more to herself than anyone else. Her teal eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation, weighing the potential threat against the opportunity for new... entertainment.

Across the room, Hera stood near the door, her athletic frame tense and uncertain. She'd followed Silra here on a promise of pleasure, but this scene was far beyond anything she'd imagined. What is this? She hissed under her breath, grabbing Silra's arm. Those women... what happened to them?

Silra glanced at Hera, then back to the newcomer—Abby. I told you this wasn't a normal party. She said simply, her voice low and even. But that doesn't mean we can't still have fun... safely.

The tension in the room was palpable as everyone waited for someone to make the next move. Jeane's predatory gaze remained fixed on Abby, while Silra's hand stayed near her blade. Hera clung to Silra's arm, seeking reassurance in this strange and terrifying situation.

Abby stood rooted to the spot, her mind racing. She knew she should run, but something held her in place—the morbid curiosity of someone witnessing a train wreck up close. I... She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. What kind of party is this?