FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0252
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With a heave, you sweep the attendant into your arms, and she meets your eyes with a surprised look. “T-tender Prince,” she sings softly. “Will you not abandon this trial? Free yourself from Sarastra’s whims?” Her dark lips begin to softly glow, her bosom heaving as her dark eyes match yours.