Round 3

As Silra's gaze swept over Jeane's form, the air between them vibrated with anticipation. The soft glow of the room's ambient lighting cast an ethereal sheen on Jeane's pale skin, accentuating the curves of her body. Silra's eyes lingered on the tattoo that danced beneath Jeane's muscles, a living tapestry that seemed to pulse in time with her lover's every movement. "You look like a celestial sin wrapped in moonlight," Silra murmured, her voice husky with desire, as Jeane's wings twitched restlessly at her sides.