FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0226
You slide your hands over her bare shoulders and roughly slather the oil across her breasts. She gasps in surprise falling backward on to her rump as she stares at you in disbelief.
“The lesson you do not heed!” she signs, watching as you continue to apply the oils to her heaving chest, her dark nipples stiffening as her bronze breasts gleam like polished metal in the torchlight. “Patience is what your young heart needs!”
Your hands return to the brazier, then with fingers dripping with the aromatic oils, plunge between her thighs to coat her tufted sex, both without and within.
The Priestess of the Sun gasps again, her voice strained as she sings, “Too soon you seek to pluck the fruit!” Her thick thighs part as you work your fingers deeper, “In haste our joy you will dilu- ahhh!” Your fingers press against something firm within her, and with a sharp ‘click’, a panel opens upon her smooth belly to reveal a number of ports, wiring, and a display with a blur of text flying past.
A tiny drop of oil drips into the open panel, a small spark and bit of smoke rising from the point. “Scenario violation,” she moans. “Press again to close the panel!” Another drop of oil hits, another plume of smoke, and she grinds herself forcefully against your hand with a savage grunt.