Round 36

Silra watches Jeane settle into her new position, wings folding neatly against her back as she joins the writhing mass of bodies on the bed. The succubus's movements are fluid, almost lazy—she's radiating an aura of casual control that makes it clear this is not her first rodeo. Silra keeps her hand near where her blade should be, fingers twitching with barely controlled tension as she catalogs every micro-movement. Jeane's voice remains soft when she responds to Silra's ultimatum: "Because this isn't what I advertised? Consensual fun among equals?" Her laugh is like wind chimes in a gentle breeze—beautiful but with an edge that makes Silra's skin prickle despite her best efforts to remain impassive. The succubus continues, not looking away from the rogue watching her: "Try again. They don't belong here."