Round 27

Morning light streams through stained glass windows high above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the dusty floor. The air in the basement is thick with the scent of sex and desperation. At the top of the stairs leading up to the main church level, Jeane stands nude save for her usual silver necklace—her crimson eyes scanning the darkness above for movement. Silra hovers nearby, a wicked-looking dagger drawn and ready in one hand. The rogue's pointed ears twitch with every creak of the ancient wood.

Jeane ascends slowly, her nude form marked by drying fluids and lingering arousal. Morning light paints the sanctuary in shifting colors—two women sprawled across a front pew, one stirring groggily while the other remains unconscious. Silra's report echoes down from above: "The blonde is awake enough to notice we're gone soon." Her teal eyes fix on Jeane and Halie in turn, conflict evident. "We need a plan that doesn't involve talking our way out of this. She'll see right through any bullshit story now."

Time feels like it's running out. Jeane's crimson gaze stays locked on the stairs above—magic can solve this problem quietly… or create an even worse one.