FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0270
You sink your fingers into the heft of her chilled, ripe breasts as the Priestess gasps, a red light glowing just beneath her synthetic skin. “Error, extreme temperature fluctuation!” she groans, the light glowing brighter as smoke starts to pour from her mouth.
Her breasts grow hot under your caress, and when you provide one of her dark nipples with a tender squeeze, a panel bursts off of her chest in a spray of sparks, smoke erupting from the glowing cavity of overheating electronics. Her tits become painfully hot, but you do not release that molten softness, in turn causing the droid to emit garbled static as her eyes cross, electricity arcing across her golden headdress.
Sarastra’s synthesized, unintelligible voice rises and falls as if to music, the projector showing the words, “Within these hallowed halls, none shall know revenge”. You press her tits together and her head snaps back, sparks erupting from her exposed panel, her voice a warbling, digitized note. Her heated synthetic skin clings to itself, and you hear a sizzling sound, leaping back just as her chest erupts in flame, a hot electrical blaze that quickly spreads to her contorted face. Just as quickly as it started, the flame burns out, leaving a smelted chasm of charred electronics across the robot’s otherwise beautiful exterior. The priestess teeters and collapses with a crash on the pyramid steps, and when you look to see the Queen of the Night’s Reaction, you find that she is already at the top of the pyramid with her daughter.
Pamina cringes as her mother stands behind her menacingly, announcing, “You did not slay Sarastra, and so you are my daughter no more!” The Queen draws back her hand and smacks her daughter’s backside, singing, “Disowned forever!” Pamina stiffens, looking confused. “Abandoned forever!” the Queen sings, delivering another smack, Pamina’s eyes widening. “Destroyed forever!” A final smack and Pamina goes rigid, teeth clenched, fingers splayed at her sides. Her diaphanous gown sticks to the curved surface of her rump, a layer of frost visible through the gossamer fabric.
“See my oath fulfilled!” she sings, stepping away from her stunned daughter outthrust derriere.