FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0239
You approach the fuming attendant and lift up her skirts, regarding her well-formed and inexplicably luminescent derriere. “C-call to her,” the attendant says, watching you uncertainly as you reach out toward her rump – she sucks in her breath as you give it the faintest caress, the light shining brighter.
“Call to Pa-Pamina,” she pleads as you massage the unnaturally smooth synthetic skin of her ass causing it to shine brighter still. She bites down on her finger, her breath uneven as she watches you work her supple, glowing flesh. “D-don’t…. stop…” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed as electricity begins to snap and buzz across her body. You work her more vigorously now, your fingers sliding beneath to brush across her delicate sex, the electrical charge building inside of her. “D-don’t… ahhhh… stop!” she pleads, bending forward as you grip her tightly, sparks erupting from her neck. “Oh, Prince!” she cries. “Strike me! I have betrayed your trust! Punish me, now!”
You draw back your hand and slap her round bottom – she squeals in delight just before her head detonates in an extravagant flourish of sparks and electricity. Her body stumbles aimlessly for a moment, her glowing bottom flaring incandescent before it begins to dim. The headless robot finally falls to the stage, smoke streaming from the wire-strewn opening above her black lace choker.