Round 21

Jeane leaned in close to Silra, drawn by curiosity and professional interest in her engineering solution. The conversation about cameras flitted through her mind—her own suggestion, Abby’s discomfort—but she pushed it aside for now. Her focus narrowed to the technical problem at hand: this precariously assembled sex machine needed to support multiple users without collapsing. That required structural integrity testing.

"Actually," Jeane said, leaning in closer to examine the frame, "I think we should do a static load test first." Her finger traced along one of the joints Silra had reinforced with lube. The substance glistened under the lights, and despite her best efforts, she felt a flush creeping up her neck at the implications. "We need to know exactly how much weight this thing can handle before we start… using it for its intended purpose."

She glanced around at the others—Jeane watching with that unreadable expression, Abby looking both relieved and apprehensive about the camera compromise. Her eyes returned to Silra, waiting for her response. The smart thing would be to maintain professional distance, but the heat in her core made thinking clearly difficult.