Round 13

Silra knelt by the sybian, her nimble fingers already moving across its components. The building's demands echoed in her mind—more, together, fill it—as did Jeane's insinuations about group use and practical problem-solving. But the elf pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the technical aspects of her design.

"First we check motor output," she explained to the others gathered around, voice tight with concentration. "Need to see how much power it's putting out compared to stock." She produced a multimeter from her toolkit, connecting it to the sybian's power supply. The readout showed significantly higher wattage than factory specs—good, the modifications were working.

"Next structural integrity test," Silra continued, moving on to the frame itself. "Need to make sure this thing can handle the increased vibrations without breaking." She began applying force to various joints and supports, checking for stress fractures or instability. The sybian held firm under her ministrations—its construction seemed sound enough.

Halie watched the proceedings with genuine curiosity, her blue-grey eyes scanning every move Silra made. The cleric's expression showed both concern and something that might have been professional interest—this was clearly beyond her expertise, but she respected the technical precision on display.

Jeane circled the sybian slowly, her crimson gaze lingering on its modified components with obvious calculation. She leaned in close to examine a particular joint, wings shifting restlessly behind her. "Seems sturdy enough," she commented, though her tone carried just enough suggestion to make it clear she was thinking about different kinds of stress testing entirely.

Silra felt a flush creep up her neck at Jeane's words—this wasn't what she'd meant at all! But even as she tried to think of a way to backtrack, the building's demands intensified once more, washing over everyone in the room with another tsunami of need and arousal.

It was too much—the combined weight of Jeane's insinuations, the building's relentless pressure, and her own traitorous body's response to both was simply overwhelming. Silra felt her carefully constructed walls crumbling, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in a way she'd sworn never to be again.

"No," she said suddenly, her voice trembling but firm. "No, that's not what I meant at all." She scrambled to her feet, putting some distance between herself and the sybian—as well as between herself and Jeane's too-knowing gaze. " "

Halie moved to stand beside Silra, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. The cleric's blue-grey eyes met each person's in turn as she spoke, her voice steady and reassuring despite the situation.

"Silra's right," Halie said firmly. "We can't just... use this thing without knowing if it's safe. What if something breaks mid-session? That could be dangerous." She glanced down at the sybian, her expression showing both concern and something that might have been curiosity. " "

Jeane felt a flicker of frustration at Halie's intervention—once again, the cleric was throwing a wrench into their plans with her damn ethics and safety concerns. But before she could say anything, Hera spoke up from near the window.

"Test it?" The shy woman's voice trembled with fear and hope in equal measure—as if she couldn't decide whether to be relieved or terrified by this new development. " "

Silra felt a surge of gratitude toward Halie—someone was finally speaking sense, giving her an out from Jeane's insinuations. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart before responding in a voice that she hoped sounded more steady than she felt.

"Well," Silra began, her technical training kicking in as a welcome distraction from her panic, "we can check the motor output with a multimeter—see how much power it's putting out compared to stock." She moved back to kneel by the sybian, gestering for "

Halie nodded approvingly at Silra's explanation, seeing the potential for compromise in the elf's technical focus. She moved to crouch beside her, examining "

Jeane couldn't help but smirk at Halie's obvious discomfort—at least someone else in the room was feeling "

Silra felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine at Jeane's words—this wasn't "

But even as she tried to think of a way to backtrack, "

It was too "

Silra felt her carefully constructed "

"No," she said suddenly, her voice trembling but firm. "No, that's "

Halie moved to stand beside Silra, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. The cleric's blue-grey eyes met "

Jeane felt a flicker of frustration at Halie's intervention—once "

But before she "

Silra felt a surge of "

She took a deep breath, trying to calm "

"Well," Silra began, "

Halie nodded approvingly at Silra's "

Jeane couldn't help but smirk at Halie's obvious "

The succubus moved to crouch on Silra's "

Silra felt a bead "

"Well," Silra began, "we can check the motor output with a multimeter—see "