Round 2

As Jeane's gaze trailed over Silra's nude form, her own arousal spiked in response, that familiar heat coiling low and insistent between her thighs. "Caught a case of what?" she asked, her voice low and rich with amusement, taking a step closer to her wife. The soft rustle of her wings shifting was almost lost beneath the sound of her bare feet on polished floorboards. Silra's gaze lingered on Jeane, tracing every curve and dip of her form with dry wit, her elven eyes drinking in the sight of the succubus's pale skin and dark leathery wings.