Round 43 Transcript

I frown at Jeane's suggestive comments, my gaze flicking between her barely-concealed curves and the schematics spread out on the table. "I appreciate your input," I say slowly, choosing my words carefully, "but this isn't about plowing through every depraved idea that pops into your head."

I trace my fingers over Jeane's sketch, cataloging contact points and calculating structural requirements. Temporary modifications for shared exertion? Practical? I see what you're really after here. I step back, maintaining distance while my eyes linger on the lines of her body outlined in graphite. The building wants us 'together.' That doesn't mean we need to redesign our lives or permanently alter our bodies. There's got to be a loophole that satisfies its hunger without sacrificing— I cut myself off, aware I'm starting to sound pedantic even to my own ears.

The pressure between my legs is becoming insistent, a reminder of how long it's been since Jeane and I... no. Focus. How about this: we design something modular. Something we can assemble when needed, disassemble when done. That way, we're 'together' for the act itself without creating permanent changes that might— I search for the right word —complicate things later. Hera's watching me with that mix of exasperation and sympathy she reserves for particularly stubborn cases. I'm not being difficult. I'm being practical. We need a solution that satisfies the building, sure, but one that doesn't force permanent alterations just because it can. I glance at Jeane, her frustration evident in the set of her shoulders.

If you're so intent on building something permanent, why don't you and Halie work out the details? I'm sure she'd be more... receptive to your ideas than I am.

Jeane steps closer to Silra, her wings shifting with an almost imperceptible sound. You're overthinking this. The building doesn't want us to become fucking cyborgs—it wants a show. A performance. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial purr. Let's give it something temporary. Something that satisfies the demand without leaving lasting marks. She pulls out her phone, pulling up a sketch app. See? We reinforce the frame of the bed, add some pulley systems here and here. You can design the mechanics—I know you've got the mind for it. Halie can bless the materials with her holy lube or whatever. And me? A slow smile spreads across her face. I'll make sure everyone stays... motivated. Her eyes glint with barely contained lust, a promise of what she could do hanging unspoken between them. We do this together, we get through tonight. No permanent changes, no 'depraved ideas' as Hera puts it so delicately. Just smart engineering and creative problem-solving. What do you say, elf? Ready to build something that'll make us all scream? She extends her hand—not for a handshake, but an invitation to look at the sketch together.