Round 203 Transcript

At dark corridor in New York high rise penthouse suite, the pressure shifts from waiting to immediate risk. The ward answers the party's presence with a fresh pulse through the stone and no one can mistake it for safety. The nearest sign of danger is now structural collapse imminent. Someone has to answer that change now.

I can feel it in my teeth now—the building groaning like an old beast waking up and deciding we're prey caught between its jaws. Halie's hands are burning against that doorframe, I can smell her skin cooking even through her robes. Two minutes maybe? Less if the wardstone gets any stronger or Silra doesn't move her arse faster with Hera. We need those two minutes because what's down in that dark corridor beyond is something that answers presence with hunger and I'm not getting caught between two kinds of death tonight. Channel more energy through this dildo, let it draw from the reserves deeper than any respectable sorceress should dip into. My tits are already leaking milk from the strain—fucking inconvenient—and my cunt is clenching around nothing but air as the demonic power courses through me. But that's the price for keeping this barrier up and I'll pay it twice over if it means we all walk out of here breathing. Halie's got guts, I'll give her that. Bracing against that wardstone like she can hold back the tide with sheer faith alone. Silra better get Hera secured behind the barricade before whatever's down there decides to investigate the noise and smells of terrified women and spilled lubricant. The building shudders again, harder this time. Floor is slick as hell underfoot now—not just water but all that lube we didn't clean up after last night's... negotiations with the investors. Halie's about three seconds from her hands giving out if I don't keep pouring energy into this damn dildo. So yeah, that's the situation: trapped in a collapsing penthouse, holding off wardstone energy with a fucking sex toy plugged into a wall socket while my demonic nature makes me lactate like a goddamn cow because tapping reserves requires arousal and fear is apparently an aphrodisiac for hellspawn. And we've got maybe two minutes before the whole place comes down around our ears. Someone has to answer that change now, right? Fine. I'll answer it with everything I've got.

I can't hold this much longer—something ancient is pushing back against me through this door. My hands are raw meat on the frame now, but if we don't buy more time before that thing in the dark gets here, it'll be pointless anyway. Hera, I'm not asking you to understand, just get behind Silra and stay there until I say otherwise. Jeane, for fuck's sake stop playing with yourself long enough to actually help! We're running out of seconds here!