Round 24

Silra's eyes narrow fractionally at your command, a dangerous flicker passing across her face before she shrugs and lets the rope fall slack. "As you wish," she purrs with saccharine sweetness that doesn't reach her eyes. "But perhaps our dear Abby here would like to explain why she's suddenly so... reluctant?" Her gaze shifts to Hera, a predatory glint in her crimson orbs.

You let out a breath as Silra finally releases you, your neck still stinging from where the rope bit into it. She actually listened this time—maybe Halie's intervention got through that thick skull of hers for once. Halie and Hera are both trying to reframe our disaster into something manageable, which is... well, it's better than what Silra was doing, but still delusional. And Abby looks like she wants to vomit—great, now we have another person actively sabotaging us...

I step between Silra and Jeane, my hands raised in a gesture of peace. "Everyone, please—we're all on edge here, but we need to stay calm." My eyes flick to the barrier—the visible cracks are spreading now, each pulse sending fresh waves of forced arousal through us all. We're running out of time. The barrier won't hold much longer and the officers outside are getting more suspicious by the minute.*

To Silra: "Your... approach... was not appropriate for this situation." I turn to Hera next, my voice softer but no less firm. "And you—what exactly did you think would happen by interrupting our ritual like this? Do you have any idea what kind of danger you've put us all in?"