Screaming girl

Screaming from across the room captures your attention.

"What is happening?!! Don't let go!!!"

You roll your eyes at the pair of overdressed girls. Influencers are the most unbearable guest at your exhibits. One is tugging at her friend's arm. Her friend was struggling to hold both her and what looks like an amateur camera kit. She wore strappy high heels, a fairly short dress and an abundance of makeup. Something invisible seems to be tugging her backwards by her hips.

You look at what lay in the direction she was being pulled in and gulp. It was a marble wall-piece: a disc mounted to the wall with a huge, carved phallus.

"Not another one," you say to yourself, walking towards her. "Tell me, what happened?"

"I don't know!! The guy just squeezed my arm and I started to feel a gentle pull. It got stronger and stronger and now I can't even move that way! Don't just stand there, help!"

Her tone annoys you. "What guy?" You say in an intentionally unstirred tone, despite being curious about who this mysterious man people were talking about was.

"Who cares just he-- No!" Her hand slips from her friend's arm and she starts to be pulled quickly backwards. As she stumbles past you, you quickly tug up the hem of her minidress. She looks at you in shock, but you know she'll thank you in a moment.

"EEEP!" She sees her destination and slows her backward movement by pushing away from the wall, but the **** is too strong, pulling her against the phallus.

You wince as she is slowly **** back on it.

She stands bent forwards, looking comically cross-eyed from the sensation. Hopefully the voluminous cock wasn't too much for her.

A flash comes as her friend takes a photo, bringing her thoughts back into the room.

"Asshole!" She struggles on it but seems to be stuck tight against the marble disc. "Get me off this thing!"

You look at the plaque next to the artefact she was attached to and wince again.