Round 2

As they emerged from the abandoned church, the bright sunlight was a jarring contrast to the heavy, intoxicating air that lingered within its walls. Jeane's wings folded back into her shoulders with a soft sigh, savoring the lingering sensations that danced along the edges of her nerves. Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, seemed to hold a world of promise as she turned to face Silra, Halie, Hera, and Abby. The air was thick with Jeane's scent, sweet and musky and utterly intoxicating, clinging to every surface like a promise of forbidden pleasure.