FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0221
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You brush aside her lustrous, dark hair and rub the scented oil into the priestess’s back. She sighs, swaying slightly as her tawny skin begins to glisten under your massage.
“Should a person have fallen,” she sings as you work the oil into her shoulders, “Love will guide him to his duty!” She pulls her arms free of her robes as the white fabric slips to the floor, sliding over the tantalizing slope of her shapely backside.