Round 5

Jeane’s crimson eyes gleam with predatory intent as she gazes down at the still-groggy Abby, a low purr rumbling in her chest. “My dear, it seems we have… unexpected company.” She trails clawed fingers along the girl’s jawline, leaving faint red lines in their wake. The sound of hammering and scraping echoes down from upstairs—Hera and Halie have begun the ritual preparations in earnest. Silra steps forward, her voice tight with barely contained urgency. “Jeane, take Abby upstairs—now. Put her in Halie’s room—that’s soundproofed enough. I’ll handle whoever that is before they bring half the city down here.” Her hand rests casually near her hip where a concealed blade usually rides, but now she’s unarmed for this delicate negotiation. Jeane’s expression flickers between frustration and calculation—she was so close to breaking Abby completely, to finally claiming another conquest for their growing harem. But Silra’s tactical mind is already working overtime, assessing risks and potential opportunities. The elf woman descends a single step, each movement deliberate and controlled as she prepares to face whatever—or whoever—awaits them downstairs.