Round 245

Silra's teal eyes locked onto Jeane's crimson gaze, her body heat radiating through the thin fabric of her street clothes. The mechanical hostil took another step forward, its massive frame looming larger in the ancient stone archway. Jeane's core temperature stabilized at 37.2°C, and the thing's glowing blue eyes seemed to be reacting differently to her exposed skin—perhaps sensing the residual heat from Silra's proximity or the faint magical signature of her compromised shielding. The elf woman pressed closer, her hand sliding along Jeane's waist in a clinical motion that still managed to feel uncomfortably intimate. Her pointed ear twitched as she spotted something—the plati...