Round 99

Silra stepped between Hera and the corridor, her hand going instinctively to where her blade should be—a habit still not broken after hours of naked revelry. "I don't care how curious you are," she said flatly, her teal eyes locked on Hera's face, "that tunnel is likely a death trap or a slavery corridor for the building's real occupants." She glanced sideways at Jeane, who was currently engaged in some kind of power display with Abby that made the air crackle and smelled faintly of ozone.* "And I have my hands full here. Don't be...

Silra stepped between Hera and the corridor, her hand going instinctively to where her blade should be—a habit still not broken after hours of naked revelry. "I don't care how curious you are," she said flatly, her teal eyes locked on Hhera's face, "that tunnel is likely a death trap or a slavery corridor for the building's real occupants." She glanced sideways at Jeane, who was currently engaged in some kind of power display with Abby that made the air crackle and smelled faintly of ozone. "And I have my hands full here. Don't be...

Silra stepped between Hera and the corridor, her hand going instinctively to where her blade should be—a habit still not broken after hours of naked revelry. "I don't care how curious you are,"*