FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0214
You lunge forward, catching the fleeing Pamina by the wrist and pulling her to you. Her face is flush and uncertain as you draw her close – but a moment later, she kisses you urgently, her lips moving with your own in a sudden release of inhibition.
Over the stirring orchestra, you begin to hear a distressed buzzing sound from the suddenly amorous robot, and her grip upon you tightens. Components within her whine as she slathers you with wanton affection, her arms and legs drawing even tighter in an unrelenting embrace, her voice panting in sharp, quick gasps.
You feel as though you’re about to crushed in her now vice-like hold, as she squeaks ardently, her machinery squealing, hips rutting against you as you struggle to breathe. Suddenly, something within her mercifully gives way and one of her encircling legs snaps free. Her whole grip slackens and she falls from you, coming apart even as you try to catch her. She bounces down the steps of the stone temple, parts breaking loose as she rolls in a tumble of limbs and trailing metal, finally settling in a loose pile of twitching machinery.
The orchestra strikes the end of its accompanying score and the audience offers hesitant applause as the curtains close on you standing above the broken and smoking ruin of the opera diva.