🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Hello. That is... zzdzzdr... - Gen couldn't pronounce it and just nodded. His gaze swept over the figures and focused on her eight-pack. - Nichego, byvaet. Then, without noticing, he counted to one hundred: - Go, dog. Unable to tear his gaze away from the saleswoman's subcutaneous concrete plates, he realized that he had been staring at that spot for quite some time, and it was probably a bit rude, but he couldn't help himself. - It's... not often you get to see that, - he finally tried to explain the situation. - Respect.