Round 227 Transcript

The building's need was no longer subtle—a throbbing pulse against my skin, insistent and vulgar. I set down the welder with exaggerated care, turning to face Jeane across the room. Her wings were twitching, a sign of her succubus nature fighting for dominance even as she struggled to maintain control. "I don't know what kind of twisted game this is," I said, my voice steady despite the heat pooling in my belly, "but if we're meant to service this building like whores at a brothel, then let's get it over with. Time's running out."