Dan watched as people walked past him, talking endlessly about "the exquisite beauty" of the statues around him, and how the artists "had masterfully sculpted such lifelike and vigilant forms of the human body". A few questioned where Dan had come from, as the newest addition to the nude statue wing had seemingly shown up out of nowhere. Some even began to think it was magic. But nobody said anything, and they all continued on taking pictures, drawing sketches, giving and being parts of tour, et cetera.
Dan was positioned as a statue by Kat to have his hands on his butt, thrusting outward and showing his manhood to the world. His flaccid penis and hanging testes were out there in the open, first and foremost for the world to gaze upon. Dan wanted to move his hands from his rear and cover up his groin. Tears of humiliation would have started welling up in his eyes if he had any tear ducts left. A group of young women walked by, admiring a particularly muscular and poignant-looking statue to Dan's left. "Such beauty, such elegance," one said. "It's as if the artist has poured their very soul into this piece, becoming one with the marble and showing the true nature of regret and humanity that we all suffer through at least once upon this earth." Another one nodded. "Yeah, and his penis looks nice, too!" One of the other girls playfully and gently tapped the girl who said that on the back of the head. "Come on, Amanda. Art isn't just about sexy bits. Now, come on. Let's check out this next one." The girls stood in front of Dan for what seemed like an eternity for the boy, staring him all over. Eventually, all the girls began giggling.
"Such sloppy craftsmanship. So plain and boring; nothing about it screams 'genius' in the slightest!" "It's so fat, too. All the other statues are so beautiful and muscular, but this one just looks gross and weird." "And the position is so weird, too. It's like this statue is supposed to be a mockery of sex itself. What is it doing, humping the air?" "Such a small dick, too." The girls left, murmuring more about how poor of an impression Dan had made on them before commending the other, more elegant statue to his right. Dan wanted to scream, to yell at the girls for insulting him. He wanted to kill Kat. He wanted to be home right now. He wanted to let her know how much he hated her for doing this. He thought she was such a- "Such a WHAT?" Dan heard a voice say. Looking out over the crowd before him, he saw Kat, smirking with a raised eyebrow. He heard her voice again, but she wasn't moving her lips.
"I got here using the same teleportation spell I used to get you here, in case you were wondering. And we're communicating right now with a telepathy spell I read in a book last night. Whatever I think, you hear. Whatever you think, I heard. And I just heard you call me a-" "KAT!" Dan screamed at the top of his mind. "Please! Please, please, please, let me out of here! This is just cruel! Everyone can see my... "thing", and they're all making fun of me, and... Please, just help me out of this!" Kat thought for a second, and then raised her hand, which was carefully holding the wand to hide it under her forearm. "Alright," she said. "I'll help you..."