Round 11 Transcript

I let my wings flutter slightly for Hera's benefit, drawing her eye away from Silra's hand. The elven woman might be sharp, but this tall dark-haired beauty is my priority right now. I need new blood in the orgy, and Hera has delicious curves that promise exactly what we're missing. "Don't mind her," I purr, gesturing dismissively at Silra while never breaking eye contact with Hera. "She's just... overprotective." My voice drops to a seductive murmur as I step closer to the doorframe, letting my naked body be fully visible. "But you're not part of this drama. You're here for pleasure, aren't you?"

I watch Jeane's wings unfurl and her hand reach for Hera, a casual invitation to an obvious setup. The way she dismisses my hand on the dagger hilt—oh, Silra, always so dramatic—grates against every nerve. This isn't protectiveness; this is recognizing a pattern I've seen in back alleys and brothels. The intruder in the doorway trembles like a cornered mouse, eyes wide with something between horror and fascination as she takes in our state of undress and the lingering scents of what happened here. She's a civilian caught in crossfire, and Jeane's treating her like fresh meat at market day. I move to intercept Jeane before she can pull Hera into whatever scheme she's weaving, stepping between them with calculated casualness. "Hera," I say, voice level but sharp enough to cut through the ambient noise of pent-up pleasure in the suite, "maybe we should talk about this before jumping in." My eyes don't leave Jeane's face—specifically her smile—which has become a telltale sign when she's pushing boundaries.

I hesitate at the door, feeling pulled by Jeane's invitation but wary of Silra's warning. The allure of pleasure is strong, but something about this situation feels off-kilter. I glance around, trying to get my bearings and understand what's happening here.