FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0271
Ignoring the malfunctioning priestess, you draw back your hand and slap the Queen’s pert ass with the flat of your hand. She stiffens with an inauspicious grinding sound.
“You d-dare strike me?!” she stammers, and your hand connects with her clenched backside once more, this time setting off a trembling throughout her tensed form. Her aura of cold mist is gone, and droplets of water begins to condense upon her stunned face and her glacial-hued cleavage.
The ice melts from Sarastra’s bronze cleavage and she looks at her trembling nemesis with disdain. You spank the Queen a third time and her cold features twist into a crazed sneer, her eyes crossing between gouts of smoke pouring from her ears.
“Shattered is your power!” Sarastra proclaims. “You are fallen into eternal night!”
“Hells fury b-b-broils in my heart!” the Queen snarls, taking a stiff step toward the priestess. You seize the queen and spin her to face you, in parts her pale blue skin courses with rivulets of water, in others it is coated with an icy frost, smoke still rushing from her ears and lips. “Y-you shall feel the pain of d-death!” she says flatly, her once beautiful voice becoming increasingly robotic as her trembling loosens her tight gown, exposing her wet, frost-tinged tits. “You sh-shall be pale with death,” she drones, falling against you, her body alternating between ice-covered chill and steaming hot. You push the Queen away as she teeters over the edge of the pyramid, calling in a monotone, “Hear a mmmotherrrr’s oath-!“ Trailing sparks and smoke, she hits the steps and explodes in a conflagration of blue flame, her smoking components rolling down the pyramid to the stage below.
Sarastra gestures to where Pamina watches in confusion, electricity flitting about her temples, “You have proven your love for Pamina,” she proclaims. “Now go to her!”