Round 63

Jeane's wings folded neatly against her back as she turned to face Silra fully. Her expression was a careful blend of amusement and calculation. "My dear, you misunderstand," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "The pleasure of these rooms is precisely what unites us all here—even if some are not yet aware of the depths we can explore." She turned to Hera with a gentle smile that belied the predatory glint in her eyes. "As for your sister, I assure you her safety is paramount. The thrill she experienced..." Her words trailed off as Abby trembled visibly, her face a mask of terror and confusion.

Silra moved forward with fluid grace, positioning herself between Jeane and the newcomers. Her hand rested casually on the hilt of her missing blade—a gesture that spoke more of long-practiced protective instinct than any actual threat she could currently pose. "Jeane," she said, her voice tight with barely suppressed suspicion, "perhaps you should explain exactly what's happening here before we continue this... reunion." The tension in the room seemed to thicken, every eye fixed on the unfolding drama between the two powerful women.

Jeane's smile widened fractionally, a calculated show of confidence. She took a step toward Hera and Abby, her movements slow and deliberate—a predator approaching potential prey with careful intent. "Of course, my dear Silra," she purred. "I'm merely ensuring our new guests feel welcome." Her crimson eyes locked onto Hera's, holding the other woman's gaze with magnetic intensity. "The pleasures we offer here are beyond anything you've experienced before—both physical and... spiritual." She extended a hand toward Abby, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Your sister understands now, don't you, sweet thing?"