FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0259
The choir continues singing, as Sarastra looks at you in surprise. “She is a wicked usurper who wishes only for revenge! She would see me killed!”
“She only wished to see her daughter!” you insist, pulling the rather confused Pamina down the steps with you. Turning to the Queen, you ask, “Your daughter is here and safe – maybe it’s time to forgive Sarastra?”
“The Priestess of the Sun shall ever be the enemy of Night,” the Queen snarls.
“But… Day and Night… can one exist without the other?”
“Yes!” the Queen and Priestess cry in unison.
Trying a different cliché, you suggest, “But light shall always cast a shadow…”
After a moment of silence, the Queen snarls, “Do you have a point?”
You glance between the three gynoids glaring at you in anger, annoyance, and confusion.
Deciding that talk was not going to resolve this, you pull Pamina into a tight embrace, kissing her firmly as she drapes her arms around you. Taking her wrist, you direct her to the bounty of Sarastra’s bosom, the priestess gasping as Pamina’s hand quickly busies itself in her bronze cleavage. Sarastra herself needs little encouragement, as you take her own hand and guide it between Pamina’s tender thighs, her slender fingers soliciting a quiet moan from the blushing Princess.
The two droids entwine their limbs as you separate from them, turning your attention to the scowling Queen, who irritably blows an unruly strand of her ebon hair from her face. She balks when you reach your arms around her, but begins to smile as your hands work the knot at her back. “Yesss,” she hisses, cold mist seeping from her blue lips, “untie me while they are distracted, then I shall see my revenge!”