Round 184

Jeane's crimson eyes bore into Silra's teal ones, a silent war raging behind her gaze. Fine. Five minutes of this… She forces the word out through chattering teeth, …arrangement. But if you think for one second that I'm grateful or enjoying this, you're even more deluded than those corporate bastards upstairs. With a supreme effort of will, she allows herself to lean against Silra, her wet jacket creating an unpleasant squelch as it presses between their bodies. And if my shield fai...