Round 29

Silra leans against a wall column, teal eyes scanning every exit route like she expects the cops to burst in mid-orgasm. The abandoned church felt wrong even before they started fucking in it—stone and dust and ghosts of prayers that probably didn't help much back when this place was actually useful. Now it's just a hiding spot for perverts trying to build an all-girl cult or whatever the hell Jeane's got planned.

She mutters something about needing to move this shit somewhere less visible before someone stumbles in and turns them into viral porn. The tall succubus woman—Jeane—just smirks like she doesn't give a damn about any of that. Her crimson eyes gleam with an intensity that makes Silra's skin prickle—again.

"This abandoned church reeks of potential sin and desperation," the sorcerer purrs, her voice barely above a whisper. "The air is thick with dust and the ghost of old prayers, a fitting backdrop for what comes next."