Round 108 Transcript

I watch Silra work on the capacitor, her face scrunched up in concentration under the harsh light of the workbench lamp. Her fingers move with such delicate precision, I can almost feel the strain in them from here. The air is thick with tension—both the threat of what might happen if she fails and the low thrumming energy of our proximity, of Jeane's impatience.
My eyes dart over to Halie, who stands nearby looking concerned but also oddly calm amidst all this chaos. She catches my gaze and gives me a small, reassuring smile. It does little to quell the frantic beat of my heart. I look back at Silra, willing her to succeed with every ounce of my being.
Suddenly, Jeane's voice cuts through the air like a whipcrack. "This is taking too long," she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. She turns to Halie, a predatory gleam in her eye. "Come here, darling. Let's give our little engineer some peace of mind while she works."
My stomach clenches at the casual command, but I know better than to interfere. Jeane is our mistress; her will is law. Still, worry gnaws at me as Halie obediently moves towards Jeane, her head bowed slightly in submission.

I won't stand here watching while Silra fumbles with that damn capacitor all night. If Halie's willing, I have a much more effective way to clear our heads and get things moving. The building wants satisfaction—let's give it what it needs so we can think straight again. (Jeane steps closer to Halie, her wings unfurling slightly in an unconscious display of power.) You know what helps focus the mind? A good orgasm. And I promise you mine are exceptional. We do this quickly, efficiently, and then everyone gets back to problem-solving without this sexual tension hanging over us like a thundercloud. (To Hera and Abby, she adds with a sharp edge:) If you two have better ideas than using our bodies' natural functions to meet the building's demands, I'm all ears. Otherwise, stop whining about patience and start making yourselves useful. There are plenty of ways to help beyond standing there looking worried. (Under her breath, more for herself than anyone else:) This is ridiculous. We're not children playing games—we're adults with needs and goals. Time to act like it.