Round 2

In the moonlit hotel room, Jeane's wings fluttered softly as she stepped closer to Silra, their bodies almost touching. Silra's eyes sparkled with desire, her gaze tracing the curves of Jeane's form, drinking in every detail. "You look like a celestial sin wrapped in moonlight," Silra murmured, her voice husky with anticipation. Jeane's lips curved into a sultry smile as she drank in the sight of Silra, her lover's elven beauty always taking her breath away. The heat between them was palpable, a living thing that danced across Jeane's sensitive skin like sparks from a flame.