Round 6

As Jeane's words wrapped around Hera like a sensual shroud, the cleric's face contorted into a mix of desire and trepidation. Halie, sensing an opportunity to reclaim control, snapped into sharp focus, her hand tightening on the dagger at her hip. "Stop," she commanded, her voice firm but laced with concern for her fellow cult members. Meanwhile, Abby stood frozen at the altar's edge, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and undeniable arousal as Jeane's power enveloped her like a living thing. The air pulsed with residual magic, thick enough to taste like copper pennies and stale sweat, drawing Silra's attention to the hidden panel in the wall she had been tracing with her fingers.