Illustration for my fanfic "Alive Roll" (sorry, dudes, only in Russian): ficbook.net/readfic/2785713

Calmed down a bit, Wilson sat up as he could, and began to learn to touch this strange place. He was in a relatively small space, which could accommodate only lying or reclining. Around this space was studded with something soft, warm and smooth, like a delicate skin. Approximately this... what was covered in Chester from the inside!

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