Round 161 Transcript

The tension in generator room tightens for a beat as the interruption refuses to go away. Everyone is forced to stay quiet and choose their next move carefully.

I drop my soaked jacket onto the cold floor of the generator room, my teeth chattering as I speak to Silra through shivering lips. "This is exactly what I meant by 'actual heat source' when discussing alternatives." My thin blouse clings to my skin, showing every detail of my physical state—my nipples are hard from the cold, not arousal, despite the magical decency enchantments still barely functional around my chest area. The temperature continues dropping as the emergency environmental systems fail along with the lights. Security rifles have night vision, but it takes time to deploy additional lighting in complete darkness—which means we have maybe twenty seconds before they adapt. My shield magic is fraying at the edges, and I can feel myself starting to lose cognitive function due to hypothermia setting in. I look directly at Silra, my eyes calculating our options just as quickly as hers are, no doubt. "Unless you want to explain to security why we're both half-naked in a restricted generator room, find something warm or suggest your 'alternative method' before my magical control fails completely and I stop caring about audience."