Round 100 Transcript

I watch Silra work, her brow furrowed in concentration, fingers moving deftly over tools and components. The building's demand hangs heavy in the air, a constant hum of expectation that makes my skin prickle. "She's making progress," I say to no one in particular, my voice steady despite the arousal that courses through me. "We should trust her process."

I watch Silra work for a moment longer, her focus admirable but her pace frustrating when the building's demands are so immediate. I stand up from where I was lounging against the wall, my wings stretching behind me in an unconscious display of impatience. "Silra," I say, moving closer to her workspace with careful steps that don't disrupt her tools or Hera's watchful presence, "I appreciate your ingenuity and thoroughness. Truly." My voice carries genuine respect for her skills, even as my tone conveys growing impatience. "But we need a solution now—not in an hour after you've drafted three different schematics."

I glance at the bottles of lube on the table, then back to Silra's face. "There are more... direct ways to address the building's requirements while you finalize your plans." My lips curve into something between a smile and a predatory smirk. "Ways that might even help you think more clearly."

The idea sends a thrill through me, my own arousal responding to the prospect of action. I feel an ache between my legs, a need for release that's been building since we entered this damned penthouse. My breasts tingle with the beginnings of lactation, another sign of my body's impatience. I continue, "You have your methods. Let me contribute mine."