Round 5

As Jeane pours water into Hera's cup, the dimly lit basement is filled with the soft hum of the city above and the faint echo of liquid hitting ceramic. The morning light filtering through grimy windows casts an eerie glow on the disarrayed room, where sex toys and lubricant bottles litter the space. Jeane's eyes flicker to Abby, who sits up with a dull ache in her muscles, a testament to their previous night's activities.

Jeane hands Hera the cup, her movements deliberate despite exhaustion gnawing at her core. "Drink, my dear," she says, her eyes flicking to Abby. "You need to hydrate after last night's exertions." A sly smile plays across her lips as she notes Abby's protective stance between herself and Hera. "And you, little one. How are you feeling this fine morning?" Silence is crucial, Jeane continues, before turning to Hera with a plan in mind.