FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0246
You approach the attendant, her expression changing from anger to confusion as you slowly unlace her corset. “Surely you do not wish for Pamina to kill herself?” she whispers, gasping as the final lacing draws slack and her corset falls away, light streaming through her ivory tits and her soft, pink nipples. “You… only need… to kiss…” she breathes as you cup each breast, her chest glowing brighter.
“Just k-kiss her…” she moans, swaying, clutching her obsidian pendant tightly as you massage her ample bosom, her nipples hardening, shimmering while the light within becomes more intense.
“P-please,” she whispers. “K-kiss… kisssss-
You cup her breast and plant a delicate kiss on her areola and she emits a small chirp, her head shuddering violently as smoke rushes from her ears. You turn to the other breast, and the moment your lips meet the straining bud of her nipple, you hear the attendant’s smoking head burst, the stage showered in streams of mechanical detritus and golden sparks. She plops to the ground amidst her skirts, her body remaining upright as sparks continue to rain down from the now exposed wiring at her neck.
Sarastra’s voice calls from around you, “Young Prince, you have passed! Pamina, it was my test that forbade your Prince to speak, but your love endured!”