Round 12

Jeane let her wings unfurl slowly behind her, the leathery black membranes catching what little light remained outside the penthouse doorway. Her nude form was lithe and pale in contrast to Silra's protective stance, but her posture carried no urgency—just a casual invitation extended despite the elf's hostility. "Oh, darling," she purred directly at Hera over Silra's shoulder, ignoring the rogue entirely for now, "there's no need for all this fuss. We're just having some fun inside." Her voice was pitched low and sultry, designed to bypass rational thought and speak directly to primal desire.

Silra stepped between Jeane and Hera, her hand resting on the doorframe in a non-threatening way. The movement was casual but deliberate—a subtle barrier. Her eyes flicked between them, assessing the dynamic. Hera's nervous energy was palpable, her gaze darting from Jeane to Silra with clear conflict. Jeane's wings unfurled slightly—an unnecessary flourish when they were already naked—and Silra rolled her eyes inwardly. She was playing to Hera's imagination rather than addressing reality. "Hera," she said, keeping her tone even and reasonable, "you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Hera hesitated at the door, feeling pulled by Jeane's invitation but wary of Silra's warning. The allure of pleasure was strong, but something about this situation felt off-kilter. She glanced between Jeane's seductive pose and Silra's protective stance, unsure which path to choose.