Round 38 Transcript

Silra glanced up from the blueprints, her expression cool despite the building's insistent thrum vibrating through the floorboards. "Jeane," she said, voice carrying just enough edge to slice through the ambient arousal, "if we're going to make this work within parameters, let's stick to engineering principles that won't collapse under actual use. Glory holes are architecturally inefficient and structurally unsound."

I approach Silra at the workbench where she's spread out blueprints, her brow furrowed in concentration. The elf's technical skill is admirable—she clearly knows her stuff—but I'm growing impatient with her stubborn refusal to see that pleasure and function can coexist quite comfortably. "Silra," I purr, leaning over to examine the schematics more closely, my breasts brushing against her arm. "Surely there must be some way to... incorporate a bit more flexibility into your design? The building clearly has certain preferences."