Round 183 Transcript

I step between Jeane and Silra, my voice firm despite the heat making my skin flush. "This isn't helping." I turn to face Hera, who's still gripping Jeane's wrist. "Both of you stop. We need clear heads, not power plays."

To Abby cowering near the window: "Stay where it's safest. We'll figure this out." Then back to Jeane, meeting her glowing eyes without flinching. "I'm not here for your games. You're losing control because you're starving that demon side of yours. That's reckless."

"I didn't ask to be born this way!" Jeane snaps, but I don't yield ground. "No, but you chose to hide it and now we're all in danger because you can't manage your nature." The floor shifts under us, cracks spreading wider. "Enough threats. Tell me exactly what the building needs right now—what specific act will buy us time—and let's get this done efficiently."

I'm not here for seduction or pleasure. I'm a cleric trying to keep my companions alive and maintain order while navigating a cursed high-rise with a barely-controlled succubus as part of our team.