Round 9

As Abby frantically surveyed the church's disheveled state, her eyes landed on a stack of old hymnals near the back, and an idea began to form. She turned to the others, her voice laced with desperation. "We need to hide everything, but we can't just leave it out in the open." Jeane rose slowly from Silra's chest, her wings unfurling with a leathery snap as she stretched her body, the soreness beneath her satisfaction palpable. Hera's eyes met Abby's, her expression a mix of concern and resolve. "Everyone up," she said sharply, her voice urgent.

The group sprang into action, their movements swift and synchronized. Silra efficiently gathered scattered sex toys, while Jeane took to the air, her crimson eyes scanning the perimeter for any signs of approaching workers or onlookers. Hera led the way, her amber eyes fixed on the door as she ushered the others out of sight. As they moved, the church's sounds receded into the background, replaced by the hum of their collective effort to conceal their nocturnal activities.