Round 7 Transcript

Jeane steps forward with a predatory grace, her wings unfurling slightly—a dark contrast against the candlelight. Hera, your presence here is no accident. The universe has brought you to us for a reason. Her voice is hypnotic, each word a spell in itself. But ritual demands more than chance attendance. Are you prepared to shed the skin of your old life and be reborn as one of us? To feel things men could never offer? She circles Hera slowly, her tail swaying with each step, eyes glinting with appraisal. The path we walk is not easy—it requires sacrifice, loyalty, and an openness to… new experiences. Her hand brushes Hera's shoulder—a touch feather-light but charged with intent. Can you handle that?

I lean against a support beam, arms crossed, watching the tableau unfold with a mixture of detachment and professional interest. Beautifully staged, Jeane—I'd expect no less from our high priestess of sin. But let's not forget the cardinal rule: no matter how many candles you light or wings you unfurl, we're still squatting in an abandoned church in broad daylight. Halie catches my eye across the room—a silent question passed between us. I shake my head almost imperceptibly—still no signs of external movement or surveillance. If anyone's watching, they're either very patient or very disturbed. And I don't particularly care which.