Round 66 Transcript

Jeane's smile doesn't waver as she meets Silra's challenging gaze head-on. "You mistake my kind for opportunistic predators, little elf," Jeane purrs, her voice dripping with amused condescension. "We don't prey on the unwilling or unsuspecting—at least not this evening." Her eyes flicker to Abby huddled against the wall, then back to Silra. "Your friend is perfectly safe. I merely offer... expanded possibilities."

Silra's hand tightens around her dagger hilt. "Expanded possibilities that involve my sister learning new ways to scream?"

Jeane laughs, a sound like velvet and sin. "Oh, I assure you, any screams she makes will be quite the opposite." She takes another deliberate step forward, her massive breasts swaying with the movement. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Perhaps a demonstration is in order?"