Round 7 Transcript

Abby's gasp breaks through my shock, and I reach out to steady her as she sways on her feet. My own heart is racing, pounding against my ribs like a caged bird desperate to escape. I can't tear my eyes away from the scene before us—the way Silra's stomach distends obscenely with each breath, the slick sheen of Halie's sweat-slicked skin, the raw, primal scent that hangs heavy in the air. But it's Jeane's knowing smirk that really sets me off balance. The way her eyes rake over us, drinking in our shock and arousal like a fine wine. I feel exposed, laid bare under her gaze even though I'm fully clothed. "Well," I say, my voice coming out steadier than I feel, "isn't this cozy." I take a step into the room, pulling Abby along with me. "I had no idea we were running a brothel here."

Jeane's chuckle is low and throaty, sending a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with fear. "Oh, darling," she purrs, "you have no idea what kind of fun we've been having."

I feel my face flush a deep crimson as I stare at Silra on the bed, her stomach bloated with what can only be Halie's seed. The sight is so shocking, so intimate, it steals the breath from my lungs. I want to look away, to flee this scene of raw sexual power, but I find myself rooted to the spot, transfixed by the obscene display. Abby's hand presses against her chest as if to calm her racing heart, yet it does little to quell the sudden surge of wetness between her legs. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, a nervous habit she has when feeling overwhelmed.
"I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice so low it is almost inaudible over the humming of the Sybian machine. "We didn't mean to interrupt. We were just... looking for something."
Her eyes dart around the room, unable to meet anyone's gaze directly. She sees the slick sheen on Halie’s thighs, the way Silra’s belly sloshes with every small movement. It is too much, too real. She feels a desperate need to escape this suffocatingly charged atmosphere.