Round 42

Jeane’s wings folded neatly against her back as she turned to face Silra directly. “You misunderstand me completely,” she said, voice cool and controlled despite the flush of arousal coloring her pale skin. “I am not some monster here to ravage your friend without consent—I am a woman who requires pleasure like any other woman in this room.” She gestured toward Abby with an elegant hand. “As for my wings appearing now—well, they are simply part of me. Just as your pointed ears or Hera’s… peculiarities.”

She took a single, measured step forward, closing the distance between herself and Abby by perhaps two feet. Her crimson eyes remained fixed on the trembling woman before her, and her voice carried across the sudden silence with practiced ease. “There’s no threat here, my love,” she said softly, each word carefully chosen to soothe rather than startle. “Let me explain everything—all of it. I promise you won’t regret hearing what I have to say.”

The casual confidence in her stance betrayed none of the internal calculations occurring behind those crimson eyes. She needed to defuse this situation quickly before Silra decided to intervene, but she also couldn't afford to rush Abby too aggressively and risk a full-blown panic.