Round 4

Jeane’s lips curl into a predatory smile as Hera steps forward, her crimson eyes glinting in the dim light. With a snap of her fingers, thick leather restraints materialize from thin air, wrapping around Hera's wrists and ankles before she can react. "Oh, my sweet naive little thing," Jeane purrs, her voice dripping with cruel amusement as she circles the now-bound Hera. "You say you want to prove your worth? To be part of this family?" She runs a single finger down Hera's cheek, leaving a trail of cold energy in its wake.*

Across the room, Silra shifts on the bed, her body still buzzing from… earlier. This new development is interesting but also risky — binding Hera so publicly could draw attention. The darkness in Jeane's eyes suggests she might be pushing boundaries again. She sits up slowly, trying not to wince as her stomach muscles protest the movement. "Binding a recruit in front of us all…" Silra’s voice is cool and analytical,* “That's either very brave or very stupid. Could attract authorities if done sloppily.”

Jeane lets out a low laugh, her eyes glinting dangerously in the flickering light of the dark orb. Hera's bravado amuses her — naive perhaps, but potentially useful. "Oh my dear," Jeane purrs, circling Hera like prey she intends to devour, “You speak so boldly about not backing down. But do you truly understand what this means?" She gestures to the glowing restraints binding Hera's limbs.

The air in the room grows heavy with tension as Halie steps forward, placing herself between Jeane and Hera — not quite an interruption but a clear statement of presence. What you're doing here… it's reckless, Halie says, her voice steady despite the way her heart hammers against her ribs. She meets Jeane's crimson gaze without flinching, though every instinct screams at her to back away. Binding someone publicly like this? Even if the magic is powerful enough to mask outside detection… the risk of being seen is too great. We're not supposed to—

Jeane’s smile doesn’t waver, but something shifts in her eyes — a flicker of respect perhaps for Halie's boldness. "Oh Halie," she says softly, "always the voice of reason." She turns back to Hera, still bound and watching with wide eyes. "But tell me, my dear… what makes you think I haven't already considered every angle? That this isn't precisely calculated?"