Round 60 Transcript

I watch Silra work intently at her technical solution, my eyes tracing the determined set of her jaw as she bends over her tools. I'm not sure how much longer we can stall like this, but I trust in her abilities to find a way out of this without resorting to what Jeane is suggesting. "Silra," I call out, stepping closer to get a better look at what she's working on. "What do you need from me? How can I help?"

Silra glances up from her blueprints as Jeane circles the workstation like a predator eyeing prey. The succubus's impatience is palpable, wings stirring with barely contained energy. Your direct methods are charmingly simple, but this building requires more finesse than just 'fuck everything in sight.' She traces circuits with a stylus, voice dry and focused.

I'm not designing an orgy machine—she taps the schematic—I'm rerouting its sensory inputs to interpret mechanical feedback as sexual satisfaction. It's far less messy than whatever fluids you're imagining. Her eyes flick to Halie and Hera for support. With your help, we can build a rig that satisfies the demand without turning this into a sweaty free-for-all. Unless that's what you had in mind?