FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0237
You slide your hands free from her sex and thrust into the smoldering Priestess, rivulets of thickly applied oil streaming across her coppery synthetic skin. As some of it drips into her open panel, she spasms and convulses, crying out in a trembling note, or simply going rigid several seconds as you continue to glide in and out of oil-slicked pussy.
Smoke now rises from several parts of her body, and you hear the snap of additional panels opening across her voluptuous form as oil continues to leak into her internal components. The perfumed scent of the oil begins to mix with the smell of burning electronics, and the Priestess’s movements grow increasing erratic.
“Patience, patience, paaaaatiennnnnce-“ she half-sings, her smoking body writhing. A panel between her oil-laden breasts slips open, the cloudy liquid pooling between those glistening mounds now flowing inside. Sarastra’s eyes open wide, fire clearly visible behind their glassy exterior as she quickens her thrusting hips. Her mechanical reciprocation does not slow even as her stunned face is consumed in a blazing torrent, her entire head burning hotly as her oiled sex grinds against you urgently. The flame burns out, leaving nothing of her head but a molten spindle of fused machinery – after a few absent thrusts, her body finally seizes up with a loud electrical pop.