Round 165

Jeane's wings beat once sharply, a sharp sound in the tense air of the penthouse suite. Her eyes flash with barely contained fury as she glares at Silra across the room, the crimson depths swirling with dangerous intensity. The building's demands pulse through her again, stronger now, making her entire body ache with need that has gone far beyond simple arousal into something primal and terrifying.

"You are not leaving this room," Jeane states flatly, each word measured but laced with threat. Her voice trembles slightly despite her iron control, the effort of holding back her succubus nature visible in the tight set of her jaw. "To 'get away from me'? Your little project can wait forty minutes—it will wait." She takes a step forward, wings half-spreading instinctively before she forces them down again. "I am your employer and you will finish what we came here for."

Her gaze shifts to Hera next, eyes narrowing as she considers the other woman's attempt at mediation. The building's demands pulse through her again, stronger now, making her entire body ache with need that has gone far beyond simple arousal into something primal and terrifying.