Chapter 39: Gallery of Lust
There are museums that whisper history, others that scream culture.
This one moaned.
And not the polite kind of moan, either—the kind you hear in libraries when someone’s chair squeaks just a little too suggestively. No. The Tower of Sin’s first floor—the so-called Gallery of Lust—moaned like it wanted you to take your shoes off, lie back, and call it daddy.
The moment the elevator sighed shut behind us and the floor hummed beneath our feet, I knew something was wrong.
The air was simply...too clean.
The space before us unfolded in stark, uncanny whiteness. Marble floors gleamed beneath footfalls that barely echoed. Pillars stretched upward, reaching toward a spotless, impossibly tall sealing. It wasn’t a room. It was a void made to feel like a museum. A museum of nudity, to be precise. Nude paintings. Nude sculptures. Nude frescos. Nude reliefs. Nude mosaics. Nude...everything.
"Chilly," Miko muttered, hugging his silk shirt tighter.
Leo blinked rapidly, ears twitching. "Are we...still in the Tower?"
I hesitated.
The question hung in the air like incense—sweet, heavy, just slightly off.
"I think so," I said finally, taking a cautious step forward. My boots clicked against the floor—too polished, too perfect. "I mean, the walls are here. The laws of physics are mostly still in attendance. But..."