Round 226 Transcript

Silra’s hands hover uncertainly over the half-installed plate, the welder still humming softly. Halie steps between her and Jeane, shield raised as a barrier. The air in the room feels thick enough to cut—viscous with unspent arousal and the building's insistent demands. Jeane’s wings twitch visibly now, each beat rustling the fabric of her coat. The Force flows through this room now, thick and insistent. The walls seem to pulse with anticipation. Every nerve ending in the room feels electrified. Silra’s fingers freeze mid-work, realizing the structure's need isn't just for reinforcement—it needs sexual acts. Walls creak ominously, fresh cracks appearing. Silra’s lips part as she feels the structure’s hunger pulse through her again, stronger than ever.