The canvas hung on the wardrobe.
The wardrobe stood to the left of the bed. In other words, when Alfred slept in the bed, he only had to turn onto his left side to see the canvas.
The tapestry, meanwhile, hung on the wall above the head of the bed. It could not be seen while lying in bed, but the moment one entered the bedroom, the tapestry was the first thing one saw.
Overall, both the tapestry and the canvas were relatively conspicuous. But in terms of positional relationships, Alfred should have preferred this canvas over the tapestry.
After all, he could see it even while lying in bed, perhaps even keep looking at it until he fell asleep. That was enough to show how much Alfred liked the canvas.
"If I had to choose, I'd choose the canvas too." Zuniga looked at the canvas and tapestry, rubbing his chin as he declared his preference.
Angel silently glanced at the canvas... a swimsuit canvas.
Then he silently glanced at the tapestry: a blanket of girl idols—an extremely tightly wrapped version.
He somewhat understood the shared choice of Zuniga and Alfred.
The content of the canvas was swimwear, but it was not merely swimwear. On the Sunlit Coast, amid beach sand and coconut trees, a sexy beauty in a velvet strappy bikini lay sprawled over a beach chair, seemingly sunbathing. The exposed skin had been rubbed with tanning oil, revealing a healthy, dark bronze complexion. Only where the velvet straps had been loosened were there pale tan lines.
She wore sunglasses and lifted her chin, stretching out a hand in an attempt to block the dappled sunlight filtering through the coconut tree's shadow.
That was the canvas's overall depiction.
The hemispheres pressed against the beach chair, the loosened swimsuit straps,