Round 35 Transcript

Silra eyed the tension coiling through Hera like a live wire. "Hera, stand down before you start an actual war we can't talk our way out of." She moved between Abby and Jeane with fluid precision, blade still missing but hands ready for any angle. The succubus's smile was razor-thin work—too professional to be genuine lust. Silra knew that kind of performance. "Jeane," she said flatly, "Abby isn't on the menu tonight. Find another playmate or we're out."