A Photo Booth

Among all the statues was a rather large photo booth that stood out among all the artwork. I approach the booth, eager to figure out what's so special about it. Up close, I notice there is a curtain that could be pulled to give the person inside privacy. Considering what kind of art this gallery hosts, I'm assuming the intent was for some amateur erotic photography.

There is a photo dangling out of the machine. Whoever took the photo is long gone, so I suppose they left it as a souvenir for a stranger. Upon grabbing the photo, I'm treated to an image of a perky pair of apple-sized breasts. Whoever they belonged to had caramel skin and puffy, chocolate-colour nipples. Looking at the back, I find a phone number just begging to be called. Of course, I'd need to leave and pick up my phone before I get into contact with whoever took the photo.