Round 61

Jeane’s wings stirred restlessly as she paced around the workbench, her impatience palpable in every movement. The building rumbled again—a low growl that vibrated through the floorboards—and she whirled to face Silra with barely contained frustration. "How long does it take to draw a damn circuit?" she demanded, hands on hips.

Silra didn’t look up from her schematics, charcoal moving across the paper in precise strokes. "Longer than it takes to get naked and start humping everything that moves," she replied coolly. "I’m trying to find an actual solution here instead of just giving in to whatever perverse AI designed this place." She traced another circuit with deliberate care.

Hera moved to stand beside the elf, looking over Silra’s shoulder at the complex diagrams spread across the table. The weary cleric’s soft brown hair fell forward as she leaned in, blue-grey eyes tracking the lines and symbols with growing comprehension. "What do you need from me?" Halie asked, voice barely above a murmur.

Silra glanced up from her blueprints, expression shifting between exasperation and calculation. Your direct methods are charmingly simple, but this building requires more finesse than just 'fuck everything in sight.' She traced circuits with a stylus, voice dry and focused. I’m not designing an orgy machine—this needs to be subtle.

Silra pulled out a reinforced steel plate and some metal fittings from her inventory, laying them out on the table with precise movements. What if we create a mechanical device that simulates the 'togetherness' the building wants? Something that triggers when it detects multiple people in close proximity, even if they're not... actively engaged. She started sketching out a crude design as she explained. We could use pressure sensors, heat detectors, something that registers bodily contact without actually requiring sexual activity.

The building rumbled again, a low growl that vibrated the floorboards. Silra paused, glancing at Hera and Halie for their reactions. "Look," she said, voice tight with barely contained frustration, "I get it—you’re horny and you want to fuck. But that's not happening. Not like that anyway."