Centerfold || Locked to frozen_void
If there was one good thing Roland had discovered about this place thus far, it was the wealth of print media available. Sure, most of it was pornographic, and even the cleanest stuff he could find was questionable at best, but some of it did make genuinely good reading. It was a better way of filling the time than wandering aimlessly, at least.
Althoug this day, he was doing both, reading a periodical ("magazine" as someone had called them) and strolling along the corridor in search of a drink. At least until he turned to the middle page and stopped dead in his tracks.
And stared.
There, on the page, was a large cognograph of Fatima, kneeling on a bed of cushions, her folded arms pushing up and displaying her breasts, wearing nothing but a smile.
Althoug this day, he was doing both, reading a periodical ("magazine" as someone had called them) and strolling along the corridor in search of a drink. At least until he turned to the middle page and stopped dead in his tracks.
And stared.
There, on the page, was a large cognograph of Fatima, kneeling on a bed of cushions, her folded arms pushing up and displaying her breasts, wearing nothing but a smile.