Round 10

As Jeane's crimson eyes locked onto Silra's exposed shoulder, her touch sent shivers down the elf's spine. The air was heavy with anticipation, the only sound the soft creaking of the hotel suite's wooden floorboards. Jeane's fingers danced along Silra's skin, tracing the delicate curves of her shoulder and the nape of her neck.

Silra's nightgown strap slipped further, revealing a sliver of white silk that caught the light, casting a fleeting glow on her bare skin. The knock at the door was a harsh intrusion, shattering the intimate moment. "Permission to explore?" Silra asked, her voice husky with desire, as Jeane's gaze never wavered from hers.