Round 230 Transcript

I watch Jeane's restraints strain under the building's escalating demands. The metal groans, her wings flapping violently against the structure's pull. "This is fucked," I mutter, not for the first time tonight. Halie's barrier flickers again—she won't last much longer before divine energy gives out completely. The building needs more than just our submission now; it wants us to fuck each other senseless while Hera and Abby look on. Classic succubus shit, except we're in a New York high rise instead of a hell dimension. I grab a bottle of lube from the discarded supplies and move toward Jeane's bound form. "Not like this," I say, more to myself than anyone else. "If we're gonna do this, it won't be because some sentient building is forcing our hands." I start unbuckling her wrist restraints, working fast but careful not to scratch her skin. "Silra!" Hera protests from across the room. "We can't just—"

"I'm not asking for permission," I cut in sharply. "But if you've got a better idea than keeping our resident succubus from tearing this place apart while she's hornier than a sailor on shore leave, I'm all ears." The first restraint comes loose—I meet Jeane's eyes and see the struggle there beneath the lust. She's fighting it too. "Because if you don't," I continue, freeing her other wrist as Hera splutters behind me, "then we're looking at structural failure in under five minutes according to that timeline."