FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0210
You turn to the attendant with the lace choker, light shining out from her dress from her glowing rump, and pull her into a tight kiss, careful to keep your hands from straying too low. She presses her porcelain white body against you, breaking her lips from yours to announce, “Sisters, he has chosen me! Depart from here and let us be!”
The disapproval of her nearest her sister is plain from the sneer on her glowing lips. She steps behind her sister’s glowing ass and seizes it roughly with both hands.
“Ahhh!” the groped sister squeaks, her body straining as her internal electrical and mechanical systems go haywire from the rough handling of her backside.
“B-brave and handsome hero!” she sings tremulously as her tightly gripped ass glows brighter, eyes fluttering, sparks bursting from her mouth and throat, “Why d-do you look at me with such surprise? Is it my-my-my-my-“ The reverberant buzzing reaches a crescendo and the droid’s incandescent rump explodes, blasting her in two. Her upper half clings to you for a moment, droning, “myyy beautyyyyy?” before her grip slackens, her upper half landing with a crash against the floor.
Before you, the attendant responsible for the explosion wears a devious grin on her glowing lips, but you can see the explosion of her sister was not without consequence for her – a piece of metal is embedded in her corset-bound waist, electricity flickering angrily around the mechanical wound.
“Oh b-brave and handsome hero!” she moans, smoke coursing from the doomed robot’s lips as current spread across her twitching frame. You retreat from the smoking gynoid’s advance, her movements growing stiffer as she pursues you, her voluptuous body enveloped ¬¬in electricity. Tendrils of light arc with increasing frequency over her yearning face, each of her steps more of a struggle until her mechanical body only strains and buzzes without movement. She gives a brief squeal of surprise before pent-up energies blow her doll-like features apart in a storm of electricity.
As her faceless body wavers amidst the dissipating electrical field around it, the third sister looks at you coyly, her glowing bust lighting her shy smile from below. “Oh brave and handsome hero,” she sings sadly. “I am but a humble attendant.” You approach her delicately, unlacing her corset from behind and lowering it with great care, a gasp escaping her lips as her bright, shapely bust settles gently against her nude body. “The Queen’s d-daughter is more w-worthy-“ You unclasp her necklace, carefully pulling it free from the valley of her cleavage as she gives another desirous moan, the glow from her breasts briefly flaring as the obsidian pendant drags across their lambent surface. Pulling her dress over her wide hips, she stands before you, naked and trembling softly. Taking her hands so that nothing will touch her shining breasts and bring her to ruin, you enter her with a gentle push.
A hum stirs within the attendant’s body as you slide inside of her, but by avoiding contact with her white breasts, the noise does not escalate. She moans and gasps in a throaty, melodic voice, kicking off the ground and supporting herself with her a flexible bend of her supple legs around you. Your pace quickens and her voice goes higher as she arches her back, her lustrous dark hair spilling across your face.
Suddenly, something takes hold of you ankle and pulls, sending you toppling forward on top of the squealing attendant. Her illuminated tits slam between her and the stage, bursting with electricity as gravity and momentum plunge your cock deeply inside of her. She gives a distorted cry of ecstasy, her body tensing, her sex quivering tightly around you, before her entire upper half detonates in a blazing riot of sparks and smoke. Her luscious hips pump rigidly as smoke and fluid jet from the ruin of her waist, finally shuddering to a halt with a dying mechanical whine.
Glancing down at your ankle, you see the upper half of the attendant with the formerly glowing backside smiling sweetly as she drags herself on top of you, sparks trailing behind her ruined midsection. Her eyes flutter closed, head ticking as she pulls in close for a kiss. You oblige the bisected gynoid, a whispered moan of satisfaction escaping her soft lips before she seizes up in an electrical fit, freezing with a look of satisfaction on her delicate features.
The orchestra strikes the end of its accompanying score and the audience offers hesitant applause as the curtains close on you, lying amidst the broken remains of the three attendants.