Round 23

Morning light filtered through stained glass in the abandoned church sanctuary, painting the stone floor in shifting patterns of color and shadow. Two women lay sprawled across a wooden pew near the altar—one stirring groggily, the other still deeply unconscious. The scene was unmistakable: post-coital sleep, nudity exposed to the morning air, fluids dried on skin in telltale patterns. Silra moved up the stairs slowly, her slim form pressed against the wall for cover, a blade held low where the light wouldn't catch it. Every creak of the ancient wood made her wince—noise was their enemy now.

At the top, she peered around the frame carefully. The sanctuary stretched out before her: high ceilings, dusty pews arranged in neat rows leading toward a raised platform with an altar at the far end. Two women occupied that front pew—their primary concern. The blonde was stirring now, sitting up slowly with confusion evident on her face as she took in her naked state and the unfamiliar surroundings. Her companion remained unconscious beside her.

Jeane stood at the base of the stairs watching Silra's cautious ascent, her own nude form bathed in the colorful light filtering down. The elf's pointed ears twitched as she listened for movement elsewhere in the church—no sounds yet from the sleeping occupants upstairs. Halie hovered near the basement door looking uncomfortable and out of place.

Jeane's mind raced through options. Magic could solve this quietly, but most spells required time to cast properly—time they might not have if the awake woman started shouting or calling for help. The blonde is waking up faster than I'd hoped... she muttered softly to Silra.