Round 10

As morning light crept into the abandoned church, the air thickened with the scent of decay and last night's revelry. Hera and Abby slumbered in the pews, their gentle snores a soothing contrast to the chaos that had unfolded around them. Jeane and Silra slept entwined in the basement, their bodies still warm from their nocturnal escapades, surrounded by toys and lubricant bottles. The creaking wooden floorboards groaned softly as the morning breeze whispered through the grimy pews.

Silra slowly sat up, her rogue's body protesting last night's exertions. She felt Jeane shift against her, and a mix of amusement and calculation washed over her. If Hera and Abby were going to talk, it was better they understood the full scope firsthand. The basement air was thick with sweat and the scent of their activities. Silra's bright teal eyes sparkled as she took in the scene, her mind already racing with strategies for fortifying the church defenses and integrating new recruits.