Round 150

Silra worked with focused precision, her tools moving across the reinforced wall structure like extensions of her own hands. The building's demands pulsed through the very air, a low thrumming that made her skin prickle and her focus waver for just an instant before she gritted her teeth and pushed through it.

"Of course I trust you," Halie said from nearby, her voice steady despite the flush creeping up her neck. "But are you sure we should be doing this? The building wants..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought aloud.

Silra didn't answer immediately, her hands moving deftly as she attached another reinforced bracket. When she did speak, it was through clenched teeth. "I know what it wants. We all do." Her teal eyes flicked toward Jeane across the room, noting the visible struggle playing out across her friend's face. The succubus nature warring for control, desire clashing with willpower in a battle Silra knew they couldn't afford to lose.

"We don't have a choice," she continued, voice tight. "Forty minutes until this place gets truly dangerous. I'm not letting any of us become... whatever it's planning." She paused, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of one hand—a gesture that spoke volumes about the strain they were all under.

The building chose that moment to groan again, louder this time, a sound like shifting tectonic plates mixed with something decidedly more organic. The very walls seemed to pulse, and Silra felt a fresh wave of arousal crash through her, making her breath catch despite her best efforts.

"Fuck," she hissed under her breath, doubling down on the work. "Just... keep everyone focused. We're almost done here."