FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0287
You stroke the Queen of the Night’s flawless figure as she continues her song, her voice playing through the octaves as she exalts in her victory. Throwing back her head and spreading her arms, she hits a sustained high note as the orchestra’s climactic finish is coloured by a minor key and the low rumble of ominous percussion. The curtain drops to healthy applause, the villainous Queen looking down at you with a smile before collapsing, exhausted, atop you, still languidly rolling her hips with yours as your caress brings warmth to her cold body.
The Queen suddenly goes rigid, eyes staring blankly, and for a moment you think she has shut down – but she reanimates, sitting up with her hands on your chest, still with you inside of her
“Something’s terribly wrong with this scenario!” she exclaims in an uncharacteristically concerned voice. “My systems are in complete disarray!”
You indicate this is no trouble for you with an affectionate squeeze of her backside.
She shakes her head and looks back at you. “I’m quite serious! You’re in danger! I could explode at any moment! And it seems most of the cast already has!” When you calmly stroke the frantic droid’s hips, she leans in to emphasize, “The cast exploding is not part of the scenario!”
You kiss her, and with a slight whimper she begins to move her body with yours. She still breaks the kiss to announce, “Temperature spikes detected…” You kiss the sapphire nipples of her snowy breasts and she moans, “power reserves depleted!”
You push deep in to the Queen, holding her close as she cries, “Logic faults detected! You! Are! <aahhhhh!> In! <ohhh!> Danger!” Her desperate warnings do nothing to stave off your climax, and she too howls in pleasure, her throat glowing as sparks jet from hidden seams. After a final gasp, her eyelids flutter closed, steam whisping from her mouth. “Shutting down,” she says with sigh, her body becoming slack.
Opening the Queen’s main access panel with a sustained press on her collarbone, you remove her painfully hot core from her refrigerated interior.
Setting the smoking shell of her body aside, you find your old clothes and make your way back to the lobby.