Round 229

Silra’s rogue instincts scream at her to run, but her feet remain rooted in place by the building's insidious influence. The structure's demand pulses through the very walls now—a throbbing command for flesh-on-flesh satisfaction. She grits her teeth, fighting against the urge to give in to its depraved desires. "This is insane," she hisses under her breath. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the scene before her: Halie standing protectively between herself and Jeane, who's currently struggling against her succubus nature. The building’s groans of protest grow louder, more frantic—forty minutes have passed since Hera’s estimate, and it seems time is running out faster than they anticipated.