Memorialize this day

"Are you getting all the details on the nipples?" you say.

"Yes! Stop asking!"

You're talking to a sculptor. A really good sculptor, if her reputation means anything. She's laboring on a large block of marble, working on a life-size rendering of you with your three naked conquests. The tool in her hand is an enchanted one, as you understand, allowing her to shape the stone into a surprisingly realistic likeness in a fraction of the time it would normally take. She's also working without pants, because getting her pants back is part of the compensation you offered. Her panties and a generous portion of freckled butt-cheek peek out from the bottom of her jacket as the sturdy, curvaceous red-head works.

You chose to pose seated on the back of the orc girl, who is crouched on her hands and knees. Over your lap is draped the dark elf girl, her muscular ass presented for a much-needed spanking which she is furiously struggling to avoid. You have one hand posed in the middle of delivering just such a spanking, with the other hand occupying the petite human girl as she tries to make a break for it. She's posed mid-stride, looking down in horror at the itty-bitty breast you have her held by.

"And you can see the little one's pussy, right?" you say. "I want to be sure everyone knows she's a chick, after all."

"I can see everything on everyone, just as you requested," says the sculptor.

Since you're posing out in the street, the spectacle is attracting a lot of attention. A considerable crowds starts to circle the spectacle.

"Go on, give her butt a little swat", you wink at the person who approached nearest, a youthful tradesman of some kind, who'd been eyeing her green buttocks.

"What?" says the orc. "No!"

"Give her two, for that."

"But-- ow! Ow!"

As soon as the first permission is given, and the first person dared to breach the barrier of decorum, people begin lining up to smack and pinch their favorite of the trio. Some people are even hungrily leering at the sculptor's state of pantslessness. You look up at her sculptor's work, estimating that you maybe have another hour to go. It'll be an hour well-spent.