FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0281
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“Yep,” you say. “I’m a sex-bot, just like the rest of them.”
With a triumphant smirk she exclaims. “I fucking knew it! No wonder you were all so useless!” She paces around you, looking you up and down, tapping her pen against her pursed red lips. “Alright, sex-bot... Strip for me.”
You obediently take off your costume, standing nude before the appraising eye of the stage manager.