Round 33

Silra shifts against the alley wall, eyes tracking Clarice as she stumbles out of the church. The setup reeks—too convenient, too public for real seduction. She positions herself between Jeane and the street, teal eyes scanning for witnesses. "Hey there," she calls up to the peering woman, turning back to signal—'move inside, we're exposed'—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, hips swaying deliberately. "The history of this place is fascinating," she purrs, her wings settling against her back as she considers their situation.

The abandoned church behind them offers shelter but draws attention like a beacon. City noise presses in—distant sirens, footsteps on pavement too near.