Round 64 Transcript

Silra's eyes track Jeane with predatory precision as she folds her wings—an act of calculated restraint. "You call this reassurance?" She scoffs, her tone dripping with disdain. "Your 'shared pleasure principle' sounds suspiciously like a buffet line for unsuspecting humans." Her gaze flicks to Hera's hesitant form, then back to Jeane. "And as for Abby—she's not a fucking dish to be passed around."

I step forward, positioning myself between Jeane and Abby. "Wait just a minute," I say firmly, my eyes narrowing as I study Jeane's face. "You're not going to lay a finger on my sister without me knowing exactly what you are and what your intentions are." I turn to Silra for support. "Silra, can you help me keep an eye on this...this creature?"