Round 413 Transcript

Silra's fingers continue to weave a path of fire up your spine, her touch sending shivers through your body. The glowing tendril tightens its grip on both of you, pulling you flush together until your breasts are pressed against each other. The walls' rhythmic breathing synchronizes with your combined heartbeats, creating an unsettling harmony that seems to draw you closer together. As the tendril's hold becomes more secure, Jeane's pants slide down her hips, revealing her bare skin to the pulsing, luminescent walls. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers, cloying and sweet, completely at odds with the damp earthiness of the walls.