Round 13

Jeane’s voice drips with mockery as she addresses Silra, her crimson eyes gleaming with predatory interest. “What's the matter, rogue? Not up for a little extra... stimulation?” Her smile is sharp enough to cut. “Or did our dear cleric finally manage to scare you off after all?” The air in the room grows thicker, harder to breathe as the entity continues its relentless advance across the mirror’s surface. More tentacles push out from its body with wet, sucking sounds that make your stomach churn.

I watch in growing horror as the entity continues its relentless advance across the mirror's surface, tendrils reaching out like grasping hands. "This is insane," I think frantically, "we need to get out of here before something terrible happens!" But Jeane still blocks the door with that infuriating smirk on her face. The sorcerer seems more interested in watching this play out than actually doing anything about it. And Silra is just standing there glaring at Halie like they're about...

The entity continues its relentless advance across the mirror’s surface, tendrils stretching like grasping hands. More wet sounds fill the room as it pushes against the glass—seeking entry. I lean closer to examine the writhing forms more closely, a familiar thrill of danger mixed with arousal coursing through me. “Well well,” I purr, “it seems our new guest has... appetites.” My eyes gleam with interest as I consider the possibilities. “How delightfully perverse.”

I watch Silra and Halie argue like that? Over something so... so obvious! It was right there for anyone to see! My gaze darts between them all—Jeane sitting calmly on her chair with an amused smirk on her face, Silra and Halie facing off like two roosters about to fight, and that terrifying entity looming larger by the second. They seem so focused on their own drama that they don't even notice how bad this situation has gotten! The thing in the mirror is growing bigger and more... hungry-looking by the minute.