Round 8 Transcript

Jeane turns to face Silra fully, her red eyes smoldering with renewed intensity. My dearest Silra, always so delightfully bold in your requests. She runs a finger along the exposed edge of her wife's nightgown strap, tracing its path down toward where fabric meets skin. You needn't ask for permission to explore this body, my love. It is yours as fully as my own soul — perhaps more so, now that we're bound by vows. Her demon nature stirs beneath the surface, arousal quickening her breath and darkening her gaze. But it seems our privacy may be… compromised. She glances toward the suite door where muffled voices hint at approaching staff. A shameful interruption to what promises to be a most delicious exploration of your newfound rights over me. Jeane's expression shifts, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she considers options. Perhaps we should… expedite matters? Ensure our solitude is protected before continuing this delightfully indecent examination? She moves to the door, pressing an ear against it, and begins formulating plans. The demon in her craves uninterrupted intimacy with Silra — and a wicked idea begins taking shape for how to secure that privacy.

Jeane's eyes sparkle with mischief as she traces the nightgown strap off my shoulder. Permission to thoroughly explore my wife's body? Silra, you needn't ask twice. I let the silky fabric slip further, baring more skin—the knock comes again, sharper this time. Gods damn it. I glance at the door with annoyance but don't move from Jeane's touch.

My demon's stirring already, I can feel the heat pooling low and insistent. But I'd rather deal with housekeeping than my own frustration. I lean in close to whisper, Keep touching me while we handle this. With a sigh that's almost a purr, I saunter toward the door, leaving Jeane to follow or not. Come on then, let's get rid of them before things get messy—one way or another.