FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0265
You take the edge of the Queen’s shimmering twilight gown and slide it upward, revealing the shapely contours of her icy teal legs.
“What are you doing, you buffoon?!” she exclaims. “Untie me!” You lift the gown past her hips, her round posterior trussed in black lace. You slide the panties down her cold thighs as she demands to know once more, “What… are you doing?!”
You enter her from behind, plunging into her frigid sex, and you can feel the warmth of your manhood pulsing against her icy walls. She gasps and presses her ass firmly against your hips, crying, “So hot… inside… so… hot!”
Gripping her cold posterior, you massage warmth into her icy cheeks as you push into her. The Queen of the Night writhes in her restraints, her panting breath misting in the air.
From the corner of your eye, you see a flourish of hot sparks, and look to see Sarastra shuddering, her eyes blinking rapidly as she struggles to move toward you and the Queen. She begins a stammering song without orchestral accompaniment, the translated words, “Love will guide him to his duty,” flickering unsteadily from the projector.
Pamina begins to approach from above, electricity sparking across her vacant expression. The two droids stiffly entwine themselves with you and the Queen, mechanically kissing her bouncing breasts, fondling each other with stiff, whirring limbs.