FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0253
Suddenly the stage is plunged into darkness, save for an intense spotlight on you and Pamina. The white light highlights the beauty of her golden curls, her soft and radiant skin, her innocent, smiling face, as a chorus strikes up around you.
“Triumph! Triumph! You have vanquished the night! Now step inside the temple!”
You feel movement beneath your feet and lights illuminate your surroundings. You are surrounded by columns decorated with Egyptian glyphs, standing upon a plush dais at the top of a slowly rising pyramid. Several steps down from you stands Sarastra in her crisp white robes. For the first time you see a smile across her beautiful but stern features – she remains stiffly at attention, her prominent copper-hued bust thrust forward proudly as she leads the chorus in their exhalations of you and Pamina.
Silently beside her is the Queen of the Night, her dark eyes smoldering with anger as she glares at you. Silken rope tightly encircles her waist and binds her arms behind her, pushing up her teal-tinged cleavage and accentuating the swell of her hips and pert backside in her lustrous, form-fitting dress.
“Hail to you who are consecrated!” the chorus sings, and Pamina turns to you, her breasts heaving with anticipation as her voluptuous body shifts beneath the sheer white fabric of her dress. A slight electric flutter sets one of her eyes astray, but it quickly snaps back, and you see her body grow tense, her eyelashes fluttering, leaning in to you with pursed lips.
Actually, Sarastra is looking pretty good