Round 10 Transcript

I step toward the center of the room, my voice measured but firm cutting through the tension. "This goes too far." Hera kneeling before Jeane—something in me snaps at the sight, a cleric's duty clashing with arousal I can't deny. My hands tremble as I reach for something sacred to ground myself. "Hera," I address her directly, ignoring the succubus for now, "you don't have to do this." But my eyes flick to Jeane—her power is palpable, almost visible in the air between us. The room feels too warm suddenly; sweat beads on my skin despite the AC. My nipples harden involuntarily. "Jeane," I turn toward her, trying to keep my voice steady, "I won't let you corrupt her." But even as I say it, I feel the pull—my body wants what she's offering, needs it in a way that scares me. My ass clenches, anticipating something that should repulse but only arouses more.