Round 42

Jeane leaned back against the balcony railing, the cool New York air a stark contrast to the heat building inside her. "Fine," she said, her voice tight with frustration but measured in tone. She turned to face Silra directly, her eyes glinting with intent. "If you won't accept the building's demands as a challenge to your creativity, then we do it my way." She crossed her arms over her chest, the movement accentuating her curves in a way that was entirely unconscious—or perhaps not. "You help me engineer a temporary structure that meets the criteria while keeping everyone safe and unharmed. I'll handle the... other requirements personally."

Silra traced the lines of Jeane's sketch with a practiced eye, her mind already working through the structural calculations while simultaneously cataloging every point of physical contact between them. "Temporary modifications for shared exertion," she mused aloud, voice dry. "You paint it practical, but I see what you're really after here." She stepped back deliberately, creating space even as her body thrummed with a need that had nothing to do with the building's demands and everything to do with the succubus standing...

"Oh please," Hera scoffed from near the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You think we can 'interpret away' this mess? The building wants us to get off together, and you're trying to pretty it up with spiritual mumbo-jumbo." Halie watched with growing unease, her blue-grey eyes searching for a solution that didn't involve literal fucking in the walls.