FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0272
You draw back your hand and spank the Queen’s daughter, who releases a high-pitched yip as the frost on her backside melts, the sheer fabric of her gown now clinging tightly to the rosy synthetic skin. “Error!” she squeaks, and you draw back and strike again, this time feeling a burst of heat while she yips in an even higher register. “Er-ror!” she pants, her pretty face scrunched in a look of confusion, electricity coursing across her jiggling, curvaceous figure. You draw back your hand and strike her hot, soft rump a third time, a visible red light traveling up her spine as she hits an impossibly high note, sparks bursting all over her form, igniting tiny fires in her gown.
The moment the red light rises to her head, her eyes open wide, panels springing open all over her voluptuous figure, the grinding and sparking machinery incongruous with the soft, delicate skin it is set within. Pamina lists from one side to the other, her sustained note beginning to quaver. A moment later, her golden voice yields to a static hiss, her mechanical body slouching like a marionette with its strings cut, smoke pouring from her panels – there is a sudden buzz and she explodes in a cloud of debris and flame.
A lascivious smile creases the Queen of the Night’s cold lips as she lays down amidst the smoldering mechanical ruins of her robot daughter, her icy teal thighs parting invitingly.