As the halfling descended the staircase, it turned in on itself sharply to wind up, as she assumed, beneath the library of which she had been burdened with cleaning. Each step down the volume of the call increased, providing some clarity to the din that had provoked her curiosity. They were moans; sensual, pleasureable and most notably,<em>numerous.</em>Peeking around the corner as the stairway turned brought everything together. The walls were trimmed with women. Not just any women though. These women were impossibly endowed! Each bore the weight of full, pert and round breasts easily twice the mass of their skulls or more. Constraing leather straps wrapped about their mounds, ending in rings about their plate-sized areola, put visible pressure as their soft flesh squeezed out where there was room. Tubes white with milk transferred the thick, ample bounty to vats in the near center of the room. Clearly standing in the center was a statue of a bosomy woman, though she was shaped proportionately larger than any of the women here. Strangely, there was a notable lack of bonds or shackles. Barring the expanses of flesh, the room's decor seemed to indicate that it had been a shrine at one point. Or perhaps still was, none of the structure seemed to be disturbed.