"I kick," Winter said with an impish grin, tapping the Phouka's shin with the toe of his shoe. "You shag me though."

Smiling, he tugged the Phouka along, pausing in front of a female statue that was missing an arm. She had long legs though, and though she was slim, she had a slightly rounded tummy. She wore nothing more than a sheet, which covered nothing, and instead flowed loosely around her, permanently caught in a light breeze.

"...She's pretty. I wish I had a statue. We could have one each, hmm? Or one where we're together. That would be cool."