Round 16 Transcript

Silra picks up the toy from the bed—a sleek black dildo with intricate ridges—and weighs it in her hand. Her eyes narrow as she considers Jeane's words: 'It means you belong to me, body and soul...' She turns it over, examining the base where a harness would attach. "Physical loyalty," Silra muses aloud, more statement than question. "And what exactly does that entail? You want me available whenever you snap your fingers?" Her voice is dry, almost clinical in its assessment. She glances at Halie standing protectively nearby—appreciating the backup—and then back to Jeane. "Because from where I'm standing, 'body and soul' sounds an awful lot like ownership."

I step between Silra and Jeane, lowering my mace but keeping it visible. "Wait," I say firmly to the succubus. "Silra's comfort matters here, not just your terms." My eyes shift to my friend. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for, even if she says there are consequences."