Backpack Gold 1. Posters

Nikki didn't bother to answer, but crowded up close to him and forced him to back up more quickly. She half-pushed him through the door of the bedroom and then stood transfixed, her mouth open, the revolver hanging uselessly down at her side, as she took in the spectacle before her. The bedroom's primary motif was shocking pink, on the drapes and the walls and the canopy of a huge four-poster bed. It was counter-pointed liberally by a pale, royal blue, on the skirts and sheets of the bed, on the window trim and baseboards, and on the ceiling to provide the feeling of sky that was permanently, weirdly blue. The few pieces of furniture besides the bed were white and ornately trimmed in gold and gold leaf, and the floor was covered with an immaculate, luxuriant carpet of deep, pure lambskin, as white as a sheet of new, furry snow. And on the bed, reposing like someone from a picture suddenly come to life, was a rounded, buxom woman with the goldest, blondest hair and the biggest pair of breasts Nikki had ever seen ...»