FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0261
Gripping her plush hips, you pound the robotic diva and her voice instantly falters as she falls forward on top of you. She tries to recover her song, but stumbles again as you take her pink nipple into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue, drawing out a discordant buzz sounds from inside her chest.
Her third attempt to resuscitate her aria ends in a muffled squeak when you sit upright and bring your lips to hers, experiencing a sharp electrical tang from her quivering lips. A light flares at her throat and her voice quavers as you pound her relentlessly, her song becoming nothing more than a series of fast-escalating cries.
The light grows brighter as you thrust faster, snatches of a discordant song escaping from her between desperate moans of pleasure and hisses of static, the orchestra playing along at the accelerating tempo. You abruptly climax inside of her, the orchestra hitting a crescendo while her body stiffens, her voice suddenly seizing upon a buzzing note. The note grows higher and higher, reaching an impossible pitch and still going higher, sparks flaring from her throat as her almost painfully high note is corrupted by digital noise.
Her voice creeps higher still, her sex tightening, nipples stiffening, head trembling madly amidst a flurry of electricity, the note becoming an almost inaudible squeak before her head explodes in a flourish of colored light.
The robot diva’s body swoons, collapsing on top of you with a hydraulic hiss as the curtain closes to scattered applause.