Round 35

Jeane's crimson eyes gleam in the gloom, her wings shifting restlessly as she considers their predicament. "We need to move," she hisses, disentangling herself from Silra and Julia with practiced ease. "This isn't exactly… discreet." She adjusts her leather armor, the movement drawing attention to her curves. "Clarice seems interested—let's capitalize on that before someone calls the authorities." Her gaze flicks to the street beyond the alley. "We can continue our… discussion somewhere more private. Somewhere with fewer eyes and ears."

Silra, still breathing heavily from their recent activities, looks decidedly uncomfortable with this turn of events. "Jeane, I'm not sure this is—" She starts, but a pointed look from her companion cuts her off mid-sentence.

Julia, meanwhile, seems utterly enthralled by the proceedings, her eyes wide and pupils dilated. "Oh yes," she breathes, leaning in closer to Silra. "I'd love to continue our little… experiment somewhere more comfortable." Her hand trails down Silra's arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Jeane smirks, knowing exactly how to play this. "Well then," she purrs, sauntering towards Clarice's window. "What do you say we all pay our dear hostess a proper visit? I'm sure she'd be more than happy to… accommodate us." Her wings extend slightly, framing her in an almost ethereal glow under the streetlight.