Round 9 Transcript

I watch the tall dark-haired woman back away, her eyes wide with panic. Typical civilian response—see an orgy in progress and immediately assume it's a crime scene they're responsible for. I sheathe my dagger slowly, deliberately, letting the threat linger like a promise rather than a resolution. "Wait," I call out before she can bolt, my voice carrying over the music and moans. "You didn't stumble into this by accident—you were guided here." Her eyes dart around the room, taking in Hera's flushed face, Abby's trembling form, Jeane's casual nudity. "Unless you're just really good at following your nose to sex parties," I add with a smirk. Jeane glides over, her wings folding neatly against her back as she approaches the newcomer. She extends a hand, palm-up in invitation rather than threat. "Welcome to my little gathering," she purrs, ignoring my barely-veiled hostility entirely. "I'm Jeane. And you are?"

The woman's gaze flicks between us—Jeane's seductive calm versus my barely-concealed suspicion. I don't like surprises, and I especially don't like succubi recruiting strangers to our private debauchery without proper vetting. But confronting her here would only escalate things further. Instead, I move closer to Hera, who looks ready to bolt if someone sneezes wrong. "You doing okay?" I ask quietly, resting a hand on her arm. She nods stiffly, but her breathing is still rapid and shallow. I turn back to the newcomer, my expression neutral despite the warning bells going off in my head. "So," I say casually, "care to explain how you ended up here? Because from where I'm standing, that looks an awful lot like intentional trespassing."

Jeane's laugh is melodious and dismissive. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Silra. The poor thing clearly got lost looking for the bathroom at the hotel mixer downstairs." She turns back to the woman with a smile that could charm the scales off a dragon. "Isn't that right?"

Hera hesitates at the door of an orgy penthouse, attracted by a seductive woman named Jeane who invites her in.

I turn my attention fully to the tall woman Hera at the door, giving Silra's hostility deliberate disregard. My wings shift subtly beneath their concealment as I address this new potential recruit. "Come in, darling," I purr, extending a hand toward her and ignoring Silra's threat assessment entirely. "You look like you could use some... relaxation."