Round 125 Transcript

I won't be ignored any longer. Jeane's voice cuts through the groaning of the building. Time is running out, and I will have satisfaction whether you understand what I'm saying or not. She moves closer to Silra, her wings half-spread for intimidation, eyes locked on the elf's face. You'll finish this job because if you don't, I'll ensure you regret every second of hesitation. The building can wait—my needs cannot. The pheromones coating her skin visibly thicken as she speaks, a sweet musk that seems to cling to anything it touches.