Round 62 Transcript

Jeane's wings fold neatly against her back as she turns to face Silra fully. Her expression is a careful blend of amusement and calculation. "My dear, you misunderstand," she begins, her voice smooth as silk. "The wings are a mere... aesthetic enhancement. They pose no threat to anyone here—least of all to our delightful Abby." She glances at the trembling woman pressed against the wall, eyes gleaming with predatory interest. "As for your missing dagger, I assure you it's merely misplaced in the heat of our earlier activities. Perhaps we should focus on more... pleasurable pursuits rather than dwelling on such trifles?"