Round 100 Transcript

Jeane's wings flutter, maintaining the electric barrier that pins Hera effortlessly against the wall. Her eyes remain fixed on Abby, who stands frozen mid-room. 'Did I stutter?' Her voice drops an octave, vibrating with barely-contained power. Silra shifts uncomfortably, caught between her Rogue instincts to investigate the tunnels and the obvious danger of disobeying a direct order from someone clearly not human. The air crackles with magical energy, and Abby feels her feet move forward against her will, drawn toward the succubus like iron filings to a magnet. Hera struggles uselessly against the invisible force, her face flushed with both fear and arousal she can't quite hide. 'Abby!' She calls out, desperate. But Jeane simply smiles, extending one clawed finger toward Abby's approaching face.