Round 202 Transcript

The building's groan sounds like a dying creature, and Jeane is standing there looking like she's about to either fuck us all senseless or fall apart completely. Great. I grab some of the metal fittings we've got lying around—could be useful for something other than what my mind keeps trying to imagine—and walk right up to her. "Jeane," I say, voice flat but not cruel, "you need to get out of here before you turn into a walking cock-hungry monster. Your succubus nature is already making this place feel like a brothel on two-dollar Tuesday."