FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0206
You offer Pamina the prompted lines, proclaiming her beauty and professing your infatuation with her. The princess begins to swoon, the sheer fabric of her gown caressing the curves of her swaying body, every word of praise and devotion causing her to sway with greater abandon. She begins to descend the stairs in a manner both graceful and unsteady. You think this might be simple theatricality until she misses a step with an errant twitch of her leg is suddenly falling through the air. You receive a glimpse of her flailing thighs and lace panties clenched in pert buttocks before she crashes into you with a squeal, sending you down in a tangle with her plush yet supple body.
You hear the virtual audience gasp in simulated shock, then offer abrupt applause as she springs to her feet, her poise recovered. Her soft and kind face is flushed an even deeper rose, her amber eyes glinting as she sings that she has found a man for whom her heart swells, looking down on you with adoration as you pick yourself up off the floor. You also note that one of her eyes remains locked to one side, clicking back into place with an electrical ‘pop’ as she hits a high and tender note.
The orchestra abruptly begins a bombastic score as a group of spear-wielding soldiers rush in, positioning themselves between you and Pamina. From offstage strides a copper-skinned woman of obvious authority, her stern and beautiful face framed by a blue and gold headdress. Her fierce umber eyes, decorated with ornate lines of mascara, glower at you in disapproval. She stands before you, tall and imposing, her proud copper-hued bust made visible by a slit through pristine white robes.
Sarastra! The project prompts. You monster, you tyrant! Release Pamina at once!