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Bushiko walked atop the cream-coloured marble. The room was large and imposing. Small glitters of light reflected against her shoes, so she turned her gaze upward towards the ceiling. A chandelier sat in the middle, absorbing and dispelling warm light that came through the open, oval window frame. She felt as if she was the queen of the house, but in reality she had only been here for five minutes and didn't know the owners. From what she had read in the visitors pamphlet, this building wasn't always a museum. It had been owned by a wealthy sake manufacturer, but the house had become abandoned through a series of bad gambling decisions one of the descendants of the family had made with his inheritance. Only ten years ago, through some form of karmic retribution, a wealthy cultural benefactor decided to purchase the lot and renovate it in order to enrich the cultural development of the area. This area had been an important spot in many battles of history due to the geographical landscape, and so this mystery benefactor wanted the museum specialized in showing the history of these battles, and the weaponry involved in each period.
Studying a cudgel from 18th century Japan, Bushiko scrunched her face in terror at the sight she faintly saw reflected on the glass frame.
Turning around, her fears were confirmed. Stood there was the museum guard who had taken her entry payment and allowed her access to this special room. Instead of wearing his dark chinos and blue shirt, he was completely naked. Bushiko saw his willy. It was veiny, thick, with diamond like pustules of dickcheese surrounding the helmet.
As he swung his penis like a peach helicopter rotor, Bushiko became entranced. "I'm such a lonely nip," she thought.