Round 164

Abby kneels obediently in the corner of the penthouse suite, her wide brown eyes fixed on the floor as she tries to process everything that's happened. The memory of those other women—those blank expressions, those glassy stares—keeps replaying in her mind. She knows she should be grateful that Jeane hasn't done that to her yet, but every moment spent under the sorceress' control feels like a step closer to oblivion.

Silra moves to the corridor edge, her teal eyes scanning the luxurious hallway beyond. The penthouse is eerily quiet now that the orgy has ended, and she can't shake the feeling of being watched. Her rogue's instincts scream at her to leave—this situation is far too dangerous—but something keeps her rooted in place.