The Tour Group

After a while of standing there a tour group came in, led by a worker at the museum. He explained each of the statues, his eyes narrowing as he got to the naked girl. Unbeknownst to Sam, he knew every piece in the museum, and knew she wasn’t one of them. But rather than expose her then and there, he got a better idea.

“And this” he said, gesturing towards Sam. “Is actually a female statue. Though you wouldn’t guess from the nearly flat chest” The crowd murmurs in agreement, as whispers of Sam’s tiny tits rippled in the crowd. Sam tried to hold her neutral expression. Her tits were not that small! But she couldn’t just come out and say that, so she did nothing.

“And another thing” the guide said, smirking. “Is that it’s known to bring good luck to you if you rub the crotch area of this statue. One visitor did it a few years ago and won the lottery not a week later”

Sam panicked behind her neutral expression, completely unaware that the tour guide knew she was a fake. Of all of the statues why did she have to replace this one!? It was such bad luck. People rushed forward, all going for a feel of Sam’s womanhood. It definitely didn’t help Sam that she was more than a little turned on from the showing off she’d done already, so a load of people rubbing her intimate areas might just do it for her.