Round 37

Silra’s welder hissed, sparks flying as she worked the metal frame with focused precision. The blueprints spread across the workbench showed complex reinforcement patterns—unnecessary for a simple sex toy, but absolutely necessary for something that might actually support three women using it simultaneously under building pressure.

Hera watched from nearby, arms crossed over her chest. "Brilliant way to operate this together" sounded suspiciously like an invitation she had no intention of accepting. The very idea made her skin crawl—she wasn’t built for public displays of... whatever the hell Jeane was suggesting.

Abby hovered anxiously near the wall, her wide brown eyes darting between Silra and the damaged sybian. What exactly did "together" mean? She didn't want to know. The thought of being involved in any way made her stomach churn with anxiety—technical or otherwise.

Silra continued welding, her teal eyes fixed on the metal as she built out the frame's support structure. She knew what she was doing mechanically, at least. The rest of this situation? Pure guesswork and frustration. Why did everything have to come back to sex?