Round 5 Transcript

Jeane Cromwell awoke slowly in her newfound bed of twisted sheets and memories, Silra's warmth pressed against her side. Mornin', kitten, she murmured lazily, trailing a finger down the elf's spine. Hope m' little recruits slept well on them cold pews. Her eyes found Hera and Abby as they stirred upstairs, a predatory gleam already present despite the morning haze.

She stretched languidly, her demonic wings unfurling slightly before settling back against her skin with a soft rustle. Right then, business to attend to, ain't that so? Jeane sat up, her futanari form shifting as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. First order 'f business: we need this place fortified. Can't be havin' normies stumblin' in on our... private moments.

I descend slowly, my robes heavy with exhaustion and a sense of unease I can't quite name. The sight that greets me is more complex than I anticipated—Jeane and Silra tangled together in the bed, their bodies still moving gently as if caught in the tail end of a dream. Above them on the pews, Hera and Abby are stirring, their eyes bleary with sleep and something else. Good morning to you all, I say, my voice measured but carrying an undercurrent of concern. We've slept through the night without incident, which is a blessing in this abandoned place. My gaze lingers on Jeane and Silra, noting the intimacy between them that goes beyond mere exhaustion after a long journey. I move to retrieve my scattered belongings, my back to the others as I gather my prayer book and holy symbols. When I turn back, it's with a new resolve etched into my features. We have much to discuss about last night and what comes next. But first, let us tend to ourselves and this place before we face whatever awaits outside these walls.