To the basement

The receptionist's instructions were easy enough to follow that Ethan ended up where he needed to be.

Opening the door to the storage room, Ethan peers inside seeing nothing but black. Reaching for a light switch, old overhead bulbs flick to life, and Ethan lets out a small huff.

The room is large, massive really, and stuffed to the point of bursting with so much stuff. Crates mostly, but Ethan can also see old street signs, a few fiberglass Santas, what looks like a fog machine, and even part of a coin-operated pony among the sea of stuff. At a glance, Ethan can't see anything resembling a bust. Sighing, he decides to just start opening crates, needing to start somewhere.

After about an hour, Ethan starts to find some semblance of a pattern to things. Stuff put away recently is in the front of the room, whereas older stuff is in the back. Working with that information, he prioritizes the back half, peeking into things rather than digging through them. He assumes the bust will be big, given the fact he's getting paid extra to carry it.

After another hour he starts feeling like the errand is a fool's one. He's been through almost the whole back end of the room. Everything is packed tighter and in some cases stacked higher, and physically speaking he's treating the area like a jungle gym to get around.

Grumbling, he opens us another crate immediately seeing a stoney face staring back at him. “Oh fuck,” Ethan smiles, finding the bust.

It's large alright, and heavy looking. Ethan decides to pull it out of the crate carefully to size it up. Going to lift it, Ethan confirms the thing weighs a ton, struggling to get it up and out. He does, finding the shape of the bust to be awkward to handle, forcing him to take his time. Setting it down on a nearby, and sturdy, crate he gives it a look over.

The word 'bust' definitely suits it, and not just because it's a stone carving of somebody's chest and head. It's a visage of a woman, a fairly beautiful one at that, although the stonework and the poor lighting make her finer features a bit harder to parse. What is easy to see however is the statue is equipped with a massive pair of stone boobs. The whole thing is roughly 'L' shaped, with the breasts jutting out quite prominently. It almost looks like the craftmanship on the tits is better than the rest of it, the artist making their choice on where to focus clear.

Staring at it, Ethan thinks the woman looks very familiar...

Shrugging it off, he looks at the statue for more practical reasons, wondering how he should go about carrying it.