Round 218

Silra's words hang heavy between them, a challenge that makes Halie's jaw tighten. She knows what she's asking—knows the implications of treating Jeane like a tool for Silra's pleasure rather than a person in crisis. But Halie also understands the clock ticking away their structural integrity. The building groans again, plaster cracking audibly as the walls flex outward another inch. They have maybe three minutes before the entire structure comes down—three minutes to either contain Jeane or get out.

Jeane's struggles intensify, her eyes wild with a primal fear Halie can't fully grasp. Whatever this succubus nature is, it's fighting for dominance now, clawing its way to the surface. Halie shifts her stance, ready to intervene physically if necessary. "This isn't about risk assessment—this is about you trying to use our situation as an excuse for your own gratification." Her voice is stern despite the flush on her cheeks, a flicker of anger breaking through the cool professionalism.

She turns to face Jeane fully, hands still raised in that placating gesture. "We can find another way to contain her without resorting to... whatever this is supposed to be." The building rumbles again, a low warning growl that vibrates through the floorboards. The structure creaks ominously, metal components straining against their limits.