Daughter of the Naga
I turned back to my father.
"With all these clothes, why are they still topless?" I arched an eyebrow.
"Well, they—um—they're special women—and—and—" Dad stuttered with a redden face then turned way. "I think we should move on, Nikita."
After a while, we reached another gallery, where Dad pointed at a seven-foot tall stone statue and said. "That's the statue of Vishnu, sweetie."
"Who's Vishnu?" I looked up at the smooth stone figure as we stood there. It was a male god with eight arms, holding different items in his hands, a conch, a discus, a lotus, a mace, but other items seemed to be missing.
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