Round 18 Transcript

I lean in closer to the sybian frame Silra is dismantling, my wings shifting to get a better view. The mechanical innards look surprisingly complex—far more than I'd expect from something designed purely for… that. "You know," I say, voice carrying genuine interest rather than its usual seductive edge, "I had no idea these things were so well-engineered." I trace one of the internal gears with a finger, careful not to disturb her work. "Would it be possible to modify this? Make it stable for… dual use?"

I pause my hands on the sybian frame, meeting Jeane's curious gaze directly. "Functional test sounds logical before we stress-test under load." I glance around at Hera and Halie, then back to the succubus with a shrug that might be misread as nonchalant. "Though if it fails mid-use because of weight distribution, that'd be inconvenient for everyone involved."

My fingers trace along the reinforced seam I've just attended to. The lubricant is sticky on my skin—not unpleasant, more like... useful residue. Jeane's proximity makes me acutely aware of how little clothing either of us has left in this room. It's a calculated awareness; acknowledging the tension without letting it control me. That way lies poor decisions made under pressure. "So you're volunteering as quality assurance then?" I ask, voice dry but not unkind. "Because I'd rather not explain to Hera why her furniture is suddenly... structurally compromised due to enthusiastic testing."