Round 32

Jeane leans against the cold brick wall of the abandoned church, her breath misting in the cool night air. The distant laughter from the street sends a shiver down her spine—not fear, but anticipation mixed with wariness. She knows they need to act fast before curious eyes stumble upon their illicit gathering. The thrill of corruption pulses through her veins alongside her exhaustion.

Silra positions herself between Jeane and the street, her teal eyes scanning the area for threats. "Hey there," she calls out, her voice friendly but firm as she spots a woman peering down at them from an upstairs window. She turns back to Jeane with a subtle hand signal—'move inside, we're exposed here'—before focusing on their potential recruit. "You live nearby? I'm Silra, and this is...a friend." She gestures vaguely toward her companion. "We were just admiring the architecture. Beautiful old building."

Jeane smirks, understanding the signal. She takes a few steps toward the church entrance, her hips swaying with each movement in a deliberate display. "The history of this place is fascinating," she purrs, her crimson eyes locked on Clarice's face above them. "Did you know it was built in 1892? Such craftsmanship..." Her words are innocent enough, but the invitation hangs heavy between them—a promise of secrets and sins hidden within those ancient walls.