"Ahhhh… smooth and fresh… I'm fortunate to have acquired this batch for my collection. And without lifting a finger for it. Sometimes luck truly arrives from the most unexpected corners."
The fat man exhaled in satisfaction, his lewd grin stretching across his fleshy face.
He adjusted his clothes carefully, smoothing the wrinkles from his robe as though he were a refined gentleman rather than the keeper of this grim underground chamber.
The air was thick with the scent of preservatives and damp stone.
Lantern light flickered weakly along the walls, casting trembling shadows that made the rows before him seem almost alive.
He turned slowly.
Before him stood a long line of pale, naked bodies arranged upright with eerie precision.
Their skin was unnaturally smooth, preserved flawlessly.
Their expressions were empty, yet almost serene like statues carved from flesh.
His small eyes narrowed in appreciation.
"Truly a wonder," he murmured.
