FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0219
The stage lights cut out and immediately the stage machinery rumbles to life, the floorboards trembling as the scene resets. When lights are restored, the backdrop depicts a fertile river valley, the stage itself a temple chamber illuminated by suspended braziers.
At the center amidst plush cushions and smoking incense sits the Priestess Sarastra on her knees in her pristine white robes, seemingly baring even more of her copper-hued thighs and cleavage than before, her hands resting in her tawny lap.
“Within this hallowed temple, love guides us all in our duties,” she sings, gesturing to a brazier of scented oils beside her. “Anoint me, and find joy in my power – but do not make haste! Be steadfast and patient, and your reward shall come.”
You approach the priestess and dip your hand into the warm oils, and she lets her robes slip over her shoulders, her back now bared to you.