Round 28 Transcript

I watch Jeane struggling on the sybian, her face etched with frustration as the frame creaks ominously beneath her. My heart sinks at the thought of this vital piece of equipment failing us now, when we need it most. I move closer to Silra's workbench, hoping to offer some support or suggestions.

I stand nervously near the edge of the room, my eyes darting between Jeane struggling on the sybian and Silra’s intense focus on the broken frame. The creaking sounds make my skin crawl, and I feel an overwhelming urge to help but no idea how.
"I-I can try to hold it still," I stammer out, taking a hesitant step forward. My voice is barely above a whisper as I gesture towards Jeane's position on the saddle. "Maybe that will take some of the strain off until Silra gets it fixed?"
My hands twist anxiously in front of me, and I avoid looking directly at anyone, especially Hera. The idea of being so close to Jeane right now is both terrifying and thrilling, but mostly just scary. "Or... or I could go find more lubricant? The box by the door was almost empty."
I look around for approval, hoping someone will tell me what to do so I can finally feel useful in this crazy situation. My heart hammers against my ribs as I wait for an answer, ready to bolt if anyone gets too close.

The sybian's plywood base groans under the strain of Jeane's succubus strength. I strip the screws with my multi-tool—these cheap components were never designed for sustained vigorous use, let alone simultaneous multiple riders. "This won't support a group," I mutter, laying out the disassembled frame on my workbench. The motor housing is cracked, control box held together with duct tape, and the saddle padding looks like it saw better days ten orgasms ago. Functional tools first. Structural integrity matters more than Jeane's exploration ideas right now—much as I appreciate her creativity in crisis.