Sakuramoria

- It's quite noticeable..., - she nodded towards the form in which the souvenir was made, and tried to imagine how he had made the mold. After teasing the king a little more - he was too amusingly embarrassed, which, for once, gave him a somewhat human appearance - she finally calmed down and, taking his hands, which were holding the phallus, she solemnly accepted the sculpture and, with no less demonstration than he had presented it, pressed it to her chest. - Thank you. No one has ever given me such a gift. I will definitely put it on the nightstand in the most prominent place, I will dust it off and polish it every week, - she said importantly and deliberately. - Nothing will strengthen my royal and presidential image as much as this weighty regalia. Kissing the sculpture, she looked seriously into the king's eyes and nodded grimly, implying that this debt to Sakuramoria would be fulfilled no matter what.