Round 39 Transcript

I release her ass and step back with a dismissive flick of my wrist. You're making this far more complicated than it needs to be. My eyes scan the room—Silra still slumped against the wall, Halia seething in defeat, Abby pressed against the far wall like a frightened mouse. This isn't a debate.

I move toward the center of the room, my wings folding neatly behind me as I speak. We have a job to do tomorrow—a dangerous one. If you'd prefer not to participate, feel free to leave now. Otherwise, I suggest we find more productive uses for our time this evening. My gaze lingers on each of them in turn, a silent challenge and promise.

The lingering scent of used holes and desperation fills the air between us. You all knew what you were signing up for when you joined this party—knew the risks and power dynamics involved. I pull my robe back on slowly, deliberately, letting it cling to my still-damp curves. So let’s stop pretending otherwise.

I retrieve a small vial from my spell components—a potion of stamina I prepared earlier. If you want to bitch about morality or control, save it for when we’re not surrounded by enemies and half the city is hunting us. Right now? We need to be strong, sharp, and unified. I down the potion in a single gulp, feeling its energy already coursing through my veins.

My eyes lock on Hera’s—she’s still trembling from our interaction but there’s hunger there too. Don't make me choose between you. Either commit or go. We don't have time for divided loyalties right now.

The room feels suddenly too small—suffocating with the weight of their combined lust and the lingering scent of used holes. I need more than just the residual high from Silra’s tight little cunt if I’m going to stay sated tonight.*

Fuck it.*

I press myself harder against the wall, trying to make my body disappear into its rough texture. The conversation swirls around me like a toxic fog, each word chipping away at the fragile facade of normalcy I've been clinging to since we came here.

The argument about power and submission feels distant—a distant roar in my ears. All I can focus on is Jeane’s proximity, her scent still heavy in the air, and the undeniable ache between my legs. "Stopping isn’t an option." Her voice echoes inside me with a finality that makes my stomach clench.

Silra slumps against the wall, her expression one of pure blissful exhaustion. Halia looks ready to spit nails—her face flushed with anger and something darker, more primal. And Hera... Goddess bless her, she still looks conflicted.

"I need to get out of here," the thought screams through my mind, a panicked bird beating its wings against the inside of my skull. But where would I even go? This whole city is a war zone now, and we’re supposed to be the ones fixing it.

Jeane’s gaze lands on me then, cold and assessing. "You all knew what you were signing up for," she says, her tone leaving no room for argument.
She’s right. I did know. Or at least, I thought I did. But this... this wasn't part of the job description.*

The air grows thick with unspoken things—the scent of sex and power, the tension crackling between every member of this bizarre, broken family.

"I can feel it," I whisper to myself, a hot flush creeping up my neck as I watch Jeane move. The way she holds herself—confident, dominant, completely at ease in her own skin—it’s intoxicating and terrifying all at once. "That feeling when she looks at me like that... like she owns me."

My fingers twitch with the urge to cover myself up more, but there's nowhere to hide. I am utterly exposed here.
The others might be able to handle this, might even enjoy it on some level, but for me? It feels like a slow drowning in pleasure and pain, all wrapped up together until you can't tell them apart anymore.

"I have to find a way out," the thought repeats itself, more insistent now. Maybe I could sneak away during the night, when everyone’s sleeping. Find another adventuring party that doesn’t play these kinds of games.
But even as I think it, I know it's futile. The city gates are guarded; the guild would hunt me down if I tried to leave on my own. And deep down... a darker part of me knows I wouldn't really want to go anywhere else.

Halia’s voice rises again, sharp and angry. "This isn’t a debate."
The words hang there, daring us all to challenge them. But no one does. Not even Halia herself, who seems to be shrinking back into her shell now that the confrontation is over.
Silence settles like a heavy blanket. Jeane takes another step forward, her eyes still locked on mine. "So let’s stop pretending otherwise."

I feel her eyes on me again—Halia, watching with that look I’ve come to recognize so well: a mix of anger and something far more complicated. She wants to be outraged, wants to play the righteous cleric who can’t stomach our depravity… but her body betrays her every time. I saw the way she watched me use Silra—that wasn't disgust I read in her expression.

I need to make a point. Make it clear there are no more lines being drawn here.

"I don’t think we’re quite done with this little discussion," I say, my voice dripping with false sweetness as I turn to face the source of our newest disruption. "Unless… have you got something constructive to add? Or is this just another round of pearl-clutching from someone who’s still trying to reconcile her vows with her very real appetite?"

I let my wings unfurl just slightly, catching the light and drawing attention to their impossible span. A subtle reminder of what she’s up against. "Because if it's the latter, Halia… we’ve already covered this ground tonight. And I thought we agreed to move past it."

The room feels charged now—not just with sexual tension, but with a different kind of power play. Silra’s still recovering, slumped against the wall and barely conscious. Abby looks ready to bolt at any moment. Hera’s watching me like she’s trying to figure out which side of this argument she should land on.

I can't just stand here and watch this happen again.

Jeane thinks she can treat us like toys, use us however she pleases, and then dismiss our concerns? Not happening. We’re supposed to be equals in this party—sisters-in-arms facing down impossible odds together. But instead, we’ve become… what are we even now? Her private collection of desperate, used-up whores?

I won’t be another one of her conquests. I refuse.

The others might be too far gone to see it clearly—I’m not sure Hera or Silra even care anymore—but this has to stop somewhere. And if no one else is willing to draw a line in the sand… fine. The line gets drawn here.

Maybe there’s a way to flip this dynamic without starting another fight I can’t win. That sybian toy might be the key—the power to control the pace, set the terms of our ‘fun’. If I could get us all on that thing together, using it how we want instead of letting Jeane dictate everything…

Or maybe I need to appeal to someone’s decency, convince them this isn’t right no matter what anyone says. Hera might still have some sense left—she looked genuinely disturbed earlier when she thought nobody was watching.

Gods, why does this keep falling on me? Why am I the one who has to be the voice of reason while everyone else rolls over and spreads their legs?

I won’t let myself become another used hole in her collection.

I feel a flush of anger at Halia's words, my hands balling up into tight knots at my sides. "You think we're just her toys? Her conquests?" My voice rises with each word, a bitter laugh escaping me. "News flash, Halie - we all knew what we were signing up for when we joined this party. The danger, the power dynamics... it's not like Jeane tricked us into anything."

I glance over at Abby, who looks ready to bolt at any moment. A pang of sympathy goes through me - I know how she feels, that urge to just run away and pretend none of this is happening. "And yeah, maybe some of us are enjoying it more than others... but that doesn't mean we're being used."

My gaze flicks back to Jeane, drinking in the sight of her still-damp curves barely concealed by the robe. Even now, even with Halia's words echoing in my ears, I can feel a pull towards her - a magnetic draw that makes me want to just give in and let her do whatever she wants.

But I push those thoughts aside, focusing on the here and now. "Look, I get where you're coming from Halia. Really, I do." I take a step towards her, my voice softening slightly. "But fighting Jeane on this... it's not going to change anything. She's in charge here - we all know that. The only question is whether we're going to embrace it or keep trying to fight it."

I let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Personally? I'm tired of fighting. Tired of pretending like this isn't what we are now." My eyes meet Jeane's across the room, a silent acknowledgement passing between us. "Maybe... maybe it's time we just lean into it."

I turn back to Halia, my expression serious. "You can walk away if you want. I won't stop you. But for the rest of us? This is our life now." A small, sad smile tugs at my lips. "And to be honest... as messed up as it is... I don't think any of us really wants to leave anyway."

I let that sink in for a moment before speaking again, softer this time. "So what's it gonna be, Halie? You gonna keep throwing tantrums and making threats? Or are you finally ready to admit how much you want this too?" My eyes drift meaningfully towards the sybian toy still sitting on the table, a silent challenge.