Round 160 Transcript

My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure terror as I stare at Jeane's monstrous form. Those wings... they're real. They're fucking real. The sight of them sends an electric chill down my spine, a sensation so intense it almost drowns out the fear. Almost.
I take another shaky step back, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. Every instinct screams at me to run, to get as far away from this... this creature... as possible. But where can I go? The door is locked, and even if it wasn't, Jeane could probably fly right through it with those things.
"I-I don't want any trouble," I stammer, my voice so faint it's almost lost in the air. My eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape route that doesn't exist. "Please, just let me go."

I release my hold on Hera's field for just long enough to close the distance between Abby and myself. My dear girl, you misunderstand entirely. There is no threat here—only pleasure beyond what your simple human mind can currently comprehend. My voice drops to a silken purr as I reach out one hand, palm up, inviting but not forcing. Come now, let Silra comfort Hera while we have our own... private conversation about what it means to truly feel alive. To Silra, over my shoulder: Maintain the containment field around her precisely as I specified—any deviation and the magic will backlash. I'll handle Miss Abby personally. My wings flutter slightly behind me, betraying how badly I need to end this ritual before my own magical reserves completely fail.