Round 5

As Jeane stood, her mismatched eyes surveyed the disheveled scene with a critical gaze that belied her languor. The thought of city workers stumbling upon their debauched lair was... inconvenient, at best. She stretched like a great cat, muscles rippling beneath her pale skin as she moved towards the window. "Inconvenient," Jeane mused aloud, her voice a low purr that cut through the morning air. "But also..." Her lips curved into a wicked smile as an idea took root.

At the same moment, Hera stretched, wincing as stiff muscles protested the movement. The soreness was a stark reminder of their reckless indulgence. She glanced around at the others, taking in their disheveled appearance and the scattered remnants of the previous night's activities. "You're right," Hera said, addressing Jeane and Silra directly. "We can't stay here much longer. It's only a matter of time before someone stumbles upon us."

Silra rolled off the stone floor with a grace born of long practice, her lithe elven form already scanning for threats despite lingering soreness between her thighs. She cataloged every used toy and discarded garment with the efficiency of a merchant tallying inventory. "City's getting closer by the hour," she warned, her sharp gaze sweeping the room. "Heard those construction workers setting up their site two blocks over yesterday—they'll be here soon to renovate this eyesore."