Round 75

Jeane's wings spread wide, crackling with electricity as she blocks the tunnel entrance. The arc of high-voltage energy fills the air with static tension. Hera freezes mid-step, her face caught between curiosity and fear.

Silra watches the display with cold calculation. "Those aren't decorations, Jeane," she says, voice flat despite the heat rising in her own blood. "Unless you've suddenly become an electrician instead of a succubus specializing in pleasure, I'd suggest you fold them away before someone gets hurt." She takes a step closer to the barrier.

The flickering lights of the penthouse suite cast long shadows across the room as the two women face off at the tunnel entrance. The air crackles with both electricity and unspoken tension.