Round 25

Hera steps between Abby and Jeane, her protective instincts on high alert. Silra's suspicion is well-founded - the sounds beyond this door speak of debauchery and she won't let her friend stumble into danger. I turn to Jeane, my voice firm but not unkind. "I appreciate your hospitality, truly. But Abby and I are here for a quiet evening, not... whatever's happening in there. Perhaps we could join you another time, when things are less... intense." I glance at Silra, offering a nod of solidarity.

Jeane’s wings shift with predatory grace as she addresses Hera’s words directly. “Missing a blade? How unfortunate for you, elf,” the succubus purrs, her voice a silken threat wrapped in velvet. She turns her full attention to Abby, who still trembles by the door. “Come now, little one. No need for theatrics.” Her expression softens into something almost motherly, yet behind it lurks hunger. “We’re all women here.” Her eyes glint. “And I promise you, what’s happening beyond that door is far more interesting than any party you’ve been to before.”

Silra steps forward, positioning herself between Jeane and Abby with her hand resting on the empty scabbard where her blade should be. “Safety,” she hisses back, her voice dripping with suspicion. “You expect me to believe this is safer than whatever lurks in there just because you say so? Safer how? And at what cost?” Abby’s wide brown eyes dart between Jeane and Silra, her petite frame trembling visibly. “I... I don’t understand,” she stammers, her voice barely audible over the muffled sounds of pleasure seeping through the door.*