Round 241

The fluid rose to Hera's waist now, clinging to her curves in a way that made Abby's stomach churn with something far beyond simple disgust. She could see the other woman's nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her shirt, the cold making them stand out like tiny mountains. "I'm fine," Abby lied through chattering teeth. "Just... really fucking cold." She tried to laugh but it came out as more of a strangled squeak. The fluid was rising faster now, and she knew it wouldn't be long before it covered her completely—before it started seeping into places that would make her scream for real this time.