Round 210 Transcript

Silra's grip on Jeane's wrist tightens, her rogue training keeping the succubus at bay for now. The entire building groans in unison, walls flexing outward slightly as if breathing. The air grows thick with pheromones, even Hera and Abby feeling their resolve waver.

Silra's grip on Jeane's wrist is absolute. She's not letting this succubus hurt anyone else today—not with Halie in the room, certainly not with Hera watching like a frightened rabbit. The building groans around them all, walls flexing outward as if breathing, and every nerve in Silra screams at her to just let go. But Jeane's eyes flash crimson now, demonic intensity burning through that human facade she wears so well. Forty minutes have passed since the first demand—the structure won't hold much longer without reinforcement or... satisfaction. And judging by Halie's desperate appeal, even the Cleric is starting to crack under this synthetic atmosphere. So Silra pulls Jeane closer instead of letting go. She presses her body against that crimson-eyed monster and hisses directly into her ear: "You want out? Earn it." Her free hand slides down Jeane's back possessively, fingers tracing patterns just below the waistline. "Help me reinforce those supports before this whole building comes down on all our heads—together." She makes it clear what that means. Because yes, Silra is painfully aroused and needs relief badly, but she'd rather come while building something useful than stand here arguing with a demon about property damage. Her eyes flick to Halie for half a second. "Unless you have a better idea? Clock's ticking."