White statue.

{if Mirror with her = true}Holding the mirror tightly, {endif}Inga stepped down from the bed, which reacted by folding back into the wall. Inga turned her head around{if PQ = 1}, provoking another flurry of prickling sensations on her cheeks{endif}, but it was if that bed was never there. Her {if SLUT > 2}absent {endif}stare could not do much, so she kept moving.

The floor was freezing, clearly conditioned by intention to make Inga move more and quicker, but she had to make a stop to examine the small white statue in front of the shelf row. There could be no mistake; it was shaped like a large erect phallus, and its base was sophistically shaped, as if to make it plausible to{if SLUT > 2} not only put her own cunt over it, but also to lean onto it and not fear of being impaled.{else}... nevermind.{endif}

Why would this very unambiguous statue be there, out in the open? What to make of its presence?