FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0274
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You fall upon the Queen, who takes you into her eagerly, her chilled sex growing warmer with your every thrust. You pull her dress off of her exquisite alabaster body and she rolls on top of you, sitting upright to begin a magnificent aria.
Your hands sink into her chilled hips, her body moving in time to the rhythm of her fluctuating voice as she sings of you comforting a mother’s heart. You begin to quicken your pace and you see a sudden light flare at her throat as her voice is marred by a synthesized hum with a flare of sparks.