Round 191

Silra shoved Jeane into the maintenance shack with a force that made the succubus stumble against the far wall. "What the fuck was that for?!" Jeane snarled, her crimson eyes blazing with barely contained panic as she struggled to maintain her shield magic.

"Save the drama for later, demon girl," Silra snapped, already scanning the cramped space for hiding spots or escape routes. The maintenance shack was a rusted metal box barely large enough for both of them, filled with dusty tools and outdated equipment. But it was warm—significantly warmer than the icy dock below.

Jeane's shield magic flickered dangerously as she caught sight of the hooded figure standing in the doorway. "One step closer and you'll find out exactly what happens when a demon runs out of patience!" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. The temperature in the shack began to rise rapidly as Jeane's true nature bled through her failing barrier.

Silra rolled her teal eyes heavenward before moving toward Jeane with obvious reluctance. "Oh for fuck's sake," she muttered, already stripping off her wet jacket. The elf's pointed ears flattened against her head in discomfort as she felt the ambient temperature spike.

"Keep it in check, will you?" Silra hissed under her breath as she began to methodically remove her soaked clothing layer by layer. "The last thing we need is for this place to start glowing like a demon rave."