Round 31

Morning light bled through the church's stained glass high above, painting the basement in shifting patterns of color and shadow. The air hung thick with the mingled scents of sex and old stone—a testament to the night's activities that could prove dangerous now. At the top of the creaking stairs leading up into the main sanctuary, Jeane stood nude save for her silver necklace—the sorceress' crimson eyes fixed on the darkness above, searching for any sign of movement or discovery.

Silra descended carefully behind her, a wicked dagger held ready in one hand—its edge catching stray light despite her attempts to keep it shadowed against her thigh. Every protesting groan from the ancient wood felt like an alarm bell to the elf's sensitive ears; two civilians stirring awake upstairs meant potential witnesses, evidence scattered everywhere that could send them all to prison for far more than trespassing.

Her teal eyes tracked every flicker of light across the sleeping women's skin—cataloging details that might prove useful later… or damning. The binding spell's threads pulsed faint along the ceiling joists she'd prepared, a silvery web meant to ensure silence at least. But magic had limits when tested by panic or defiance.

Jeane heard it then—a subtle shift in floorboards upstairs, the sound of someone stirring awake after a night spent in sin and corruption. Two civilians. Two potential witnesses who needed to remain undisturbed… or neutralized quietly before they could alert others.