FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0213
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You step toward the imposing priestess and her guards cross their spears before her.
“You wish to serve the priestess of the sun?” she sings in a deep and commanding voice.
“I do,” you reply, returning the challenge in her deep brown eyes.
“Bring him to my chamber!” she commands, her robes swirling about her as she turns to leave, their high slits offering tantalizing glimpses of her meaty thighs.
An electrical pop sounds behind you as you turn to see Pamina stand there smiling blissfully, her cheeks still flushed, but a distracted look in her eyes. “Where d-do IIIIIII-?” she asks, her question cut short by another electrical sizzle. She is dragged off by the guards and the stage is plunged into darkness.