Round 19

Halie's hand on Silra's shoulder is both grounding and hesitant—an anchor against the rising tide of the building's demands. The cleric's suggestion hangs in the air, a fragile bridge between privacy and compliance. "Cameras?" Silra repeats, her teal eyes flicking to the proposed solution with visible calculation. "I suppose that'd satisfy the 'together' requirement without turning this into a goddamn circus." She sets down the tool she's been using, wiping her hands clean of lubricant on a rag. The substance glistens, a stark reminder of their purpose here.

Across the room, Abby shifts uncomfortably, her wide brown eyes reflecting both hope and anxiety. The idea of cameras offers some relief—she won't be exposed directly—but the thought of being watched at all sends a shiver through her small frame. Still, she nods slowly, a timid agreement to the compromise.

Jeane remains silent, her expression unreadable as she considers the proposal. The succubus's wings twitch almost imperceptibly, betraying some inner turmoil despite her outward calm. She knows the mechanics of the sybian intimately—knew them before Silra's meticulous inspection—but something in the elf's clinical approach makes her uneasy.

Silra, however, seems to find the technical challenge more engaging than the ethical implications. "Alright," she says, already moving towards a nearby closet where they'd stashed some electronics earlier. "Let's see what kind of camera setup we've got to work with." Her voice carries its usual businesslike tone, focused on the problem at hand rather than the uncomfortable undercurrents swirling around them.

The penthouse suite feels suddenly larger, the space between them stretching with unspoken reservations and barely-contained excitement. The sybian sits there, a mechanical promise of satisfaction that none of them quite know how to fulfill without compromising too much of themselves.