Round 5

The morning light streaming through stained glass windows creates an eerie tableau—two women sprawled across a pew near the altar, deeply asleep and partially disrobed. The silence in the sanctuary is thick with the weight of what transpired here mere hours ago.

Jeane descends the stairs slowly, each step deliberate despite the exhaustion pulling at her limbs. She takes in the scene clinically: one civilian barely conscious, the other completely out. Evidence of their activities lies scattered around—a half-empty wine bottle, rumpled clothing, and various items that tell a story of debauchery.

This is exactly the kind of situation we need to avoid at all costs—two witnesses who could alert authorities or neighbors if they wake. She turns to Silra, her expression grave. We can't leave them up here like this. If they wake and scream, it's over for all of us.

Silra moves closer, her voice a low hiss. I know. The question is what we do about it—we can't exactly drag them down here without making noise, and knocking them out cold might be... permanent.