Round 13 Transcript

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 skin crawl. It's like it can smell their fear, feeding on it.

Behind you both, Halie is still pressed against the wall looking torn between intervening and running away completely. "One more complication," Silra notes mentally, "and this night goes from 'messy' to 'complete disaster'."

The entity's form solidifies further—taking on a vaguely humanoid shape with too many limbs and angles that shouldn't exist in reality. It reaches toward you both now, tendrils stretching across the glass as if seeking to caress your exposed skin.

Jeane watches this display with obvious fascination rather than fear. "Well well," she purrs, "it seems our new guest has... appetites." Her eyes gleam with interest as she considers the possibilities. "How delightfully perverse."

Silra feels her stomach drop as she realizes what's happening. "Fuck this." She mutters, eyeing the door with longing. But Jeane is blocking it now, leaning casually against the frame with a wicked grin on her face.

"Going somewhere?" Jeane asks, her tone playful but her eyes cold and calculating. "The party's just getting started."

Decision time.

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 to come to blows again.

Abandoning any pretense of subtlety, I push my way between them with enough force to make both women stumble back. "Move," I snap at Jeane, putting as much authority into my voice as I can muster. "Now."

Jeane blinks in surprise before a slow, dangerous smile spreads across her face. "Well well... looks like the little mouse has some claws after all." She steps aside with exaggerated grace, sweeping an arm toward the open doorway. "By all means—run along and save yourself. But don't expect us to come rescue you when things get truly... interesting."

I ignore her taunt, shoving past Silra as well before she can protest. The last thing I need is another lecture on how useless civilians are. Halie hesitates only a moment longer before following me out into the hallway—clearly eager to put some distance between herself and that scene.

The entity's tendrils seem to reach after us, scraping against the mirror with wet, obscene sounds. "Don't look back," I tell myself firmly, "just keep moving."

But even as I flee, a part of me can't help but wonder what might have happened if we'd stayed. If Jeane had finally pushed too far and Silra snapped back at her with violence instead of just words. Or maybe the entity would've broken free of its prison entirely—what kind of "fun" could that have been?

No, it's better not to know. I shake my head hard as if to dislodge the images. "Focus on survival," I mutter under my breath, "one day at a time."

Halie gives me an uncertain look but doesn't argue—not yet anyway. Together we hurry down the hall, leaving the sounds of the orgy fading behind us.

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.”

Silra just stares at the mirror in horror while Halie looks ready to bolt. Pathetic. They need me to make this interesting. "What's the matter, rogue? Not up for a little extra... stimulation?" My voice drips with mockery as I turn toward Silra—leaning casually against the wall beside the portal frame.*

Her glare doesn't faze me; if anything, it excites me more. The challenge in her eyes is like foreplay. "Or did our dear cleric finally manage to scare you off after all?" I ask sharply. “You’re acting like a virgin at her first orgy—when we’ve already defiled every hole imaginable.”

The entity’s tendrils twitch hungrily at my words, and I smile wider. “Unless…” I take a step closer to Silra. "Perhaps you need a reminder of what real power feels like?" My wings unfurl slightly as I circle her predatorily—already imagining how I’ll bend her over that very mirror and let the entity watch while I use her.*

I watch Silra and Halie argue like that? Over something so... so obvious? It was right there for anyone to see! And now this thing in the mirror is watching too, its dark shapes writhing against the glass as if trying to break free.
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 they haven't noticed how close it's getting.
"I-I think maybe we should get out of here," I finally say in a voice so soft it's nearly lost amid the ambient sounds of the club. "That thing... it looks dangerous."
But even as I speak, I know running isn't an option. Where would we go? Back to that hellish town full of angry mobs and raging monsters? No, this is our only safe haven now.
Silra's eyes flick towards me for just a second before returning to the entity—a quick flash of irritation that makes my stomach clench. "Shut up," she snaps, her voice sharp enough to cut through the low thrumming music filling the room. "You don't get to have an opinion on this."
Her words sting more than they should. I'm just a civilian after all—not some adventurer or hero like them. Still, it hurts that she dismisses me so easily when we're all in such danger.
The air grows thick and heavy as the entity continues its relentless advance across the mirror’s surface. It’s like it can smell our fear, feeding on it. A wet, sucking sound fills my ears as more tentacles push out from its body, seeking purchase.
Silra takes a step back instinctively, her hand going to where she usually keeps her weapons before dropping limply at her side. "Fuck this," she mutters under her breath, eyeing the door with longing. But Jeane is blocking it now, leaning casually against the frame with a wicked grin on her face.
"Going somewhere?" Jeane asks, her tone playful but her eyes cold and calculating.* "The party's just getting started."