Round 7

As Jeane hands Hera the empty cup, its hollow resonance echoes through the dimly lit basement, punctuated by the faint hum of the city above. The morning light filtering through grimy windows casts an eerie glow on the disarrayed room, where sex toys and lubricant bottles scatter about like a crime scene. A faint creaking noise emanates from the stairs, followed by soft footsteps descending with agonizing slowness—a single person moving cautiously. Jeane's head snaps toward the stairs, her wings flaring instinctively before folding tight against her back. She hisses a silent command, voice barely audible yet carrying absolute authority: "Everyone, silent and still." The tension is palpable as Abby moves behind Jeane, Hera remains visible but compliant, while Silra and Halie prepare defensive positions, their eyes fixed on the stairs.