Round 26

Silra's eyes narrow as she traces the empty scabbard where her blade should be. The absence is both inconvenient and telling—either someone stripped them on entry or this place has rules they've yet to understand fully. She steps closer to Jeane, keeping a careful distance as the succubus works her charm on the visibly nervous Abby.

'Jeane,' she says, voice neutral but carrying warning undertones, 'you're either very good at this or very bad at...'

Hera cuts in sharply from beside Abby, her protective instinct flaring. 'Silra, wait.' She places a steadying hand on Abby's shoulder as the younger woman trembles slightly. 'We don't know what we're dealing with here.'

Jeane turns her attention fully to Silra now, her smile never faltering despite the clear hostility. 'My dear,' she purrs, 'I assure you, no harm will come to your friends.' Her wings shift subtly, catching the light in a hypnotic display.

'That's not the issue,' Silra replies coolly. 'The question is whether you intend to harm anyone at all.'

Jeane laughs softly, the sound rich and inviting despite the tension. 'Intentions? Oh, I have only the purest intentions.' Her eyes gleam with something more primal than reassurance. 'But perhaps we should discuss this more... privately?' She gestures towards a nearby seating area that offers both comfort and seclusion from the main party space.

Hera's grip on Abby tightens slightly as she considers the offer. The last thing they need is to be separated in this unfamiliar environment. But before she can respond, Silra moves with surprising speed for someone so small, positioning herself between Jeane and the others once again.

'We stay together,' she states flatly. 'If you have something to say, say it here.'

Jeane's smile widens fractionally, a flicker of genuine amusement in her expression. 'How delightfully protective.' She glances at Abby again, noting the younger woman's conflicted emotions with predatory interest. 'Very well. Let us speak openly then.'

The succubus settles gracefully into one of the nearby chairs, crossing her legs in a way that draws attention to their length while remaining subtly threatening. Her wings fold neatly against her back as she regards the trio with patient curiosity.

'What would you like to know?' she asks, voice smooth and inviting. 'I'm more than happy to answer questions... within reason, of course.'

Silra's hand drifts towards her pocket where a small blade is concealed—her only remaining weapon in this disarmed state—but she doesn't draw it yet. Instead, she fixes Jeane with a cold stare.

'Let's start with what happened to our weapons,' she says evenly. 'You stripped us on entry, didn't you?'

Jeane tilts her head slightly, a picture of innocence that likely fools no one present. 'Stripped you? My dear Silra, I had nothing to do with that.' She gestures vaguely towards the entrance area. 'The...'

Party music swells again from the main room as several guests emerge, their movements fluid and sensuous.