Round 92

Jeane paced the perimeter of the room like a caged animal, her wings twitching with each circuit. The building's demands echoed through her mind—a relentless drumbeat of lust and frustration. She could feel the heat building inside her, the succubus blood responding to the sexual energy that saturated every surface. Hera's voice cut through the haze, a familiar anchor in this sea of perversion. Jeane stopped mid-stride, turning to face her friend. The concern in Hera's eyes was clear, but Jeane could see something else too—impatience, maybe even disgust. She forced a smile, though it felt brittle. "I'm fine," she lied, waving off the question dismissively. "Just... ready for this to be over." Her gaze drifted back to Silra and Halie, their heads bent together in concentration. The sight should have been comforting—two smart women working on a solution—but instead, it only fueled her irritation.*

She knew she was being unreasonable. Knew that getting angry wouldn't help. But the building's demands were like a physical weight, pressing down on her until she felt ready to scream. Hera moved closer, her voice low. "Talk to me," she urged. "What are you thinking?" Jeane opened her mouth to respond, but Silra spoke first, her voice carrying across the room. "We need more reinforcement here," the engineer called out, gesturing to a weak point in the sybian's frame. "If we don't brace it properly, the entire thing could collapse under pressure."*

Jeane felt a fresh wave of heat wash over her at Silra's words—was everything in this damn building designed to be perverted? She turned away, unable to meet Hera's eyes. The civilian was trying to help, but her presence only served as a reminder of everything Jeane wasn't supposed to be.