Round 7

The tall dark-haired woman who had just entered the room caught Hera's attention immediately. There was something... off about her. The way she moved, the intensity of her gaze as it swept over the assembled group. Hera felt a shiver run down her spine, instinct screaming a warning even as her rational mind struggled to identify the threat.

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.