Round 163 Transcript

Jeane turns to Hera, her voice calm but firm. Sweet girl, you needn't worry so. Abby is simply... adjusting to new experiences. As for you— She approaches Hera slowly, ignoring the struggles against the magical bonds. —I promised you pleasure beyond imagining, and I always keep my promises. Jeane's wings shift slightly, her control fields humming with barely contained power. Silra dear, could you maintain this field for just a bit longer? My hands are... otherwise occupied. Her breasts drip milk onto the floor as she moves closer to Hera.

Silra's fingers twitch as she monitors the field's instability through her senses. Jeane is too close to Hera, and the magical pulses are erratic—this kind of power surge isn't sustainable for long. "Jeane," Silra says, her voice calm but firm. "You're pulling too much energy. Step back."