Round 14

Silra yelps in surprise and pain as one of the entity's tendrils lashes out—wrapping around her wrist like a living rope before she can react. She struggles but the thing has surprising strength.

Jeane watches this development with obvious delight rather than concern. "Well now," she purrs, "this is turning into an interesting evening after all." With a lazy wave of her hand, she reinforces the tentacle's grip—tightening it further.