Fetishists will tell you the Romans had these rooms installed in colisseums to purge after feasting. Trush be told, they were merely exits to allow the masses to exit quickly.
Still, the romance of the conceptualized vomitorium hasn't eluded me.
I see a massive room, in tiny blue tile, where women, experienced and practiced, spew without a single drop on their crisp white togas. Perhaps onto a ramp delivery system, so the emesis can travel into the cells of those who would oppose the state, to repulse and sustain said prisoners.
Can I get a quote for this endeavor?
Still, the romance of the conceptualized vomitorium hasn't eluded me.
I see a massive room, in tiny blue tile, where women, experienced and practiced, spew without a single drop on their crisp white togas. Perhaps onto a ramp delivery system, so the emesis can travel into the cells of those who would oppose the state, to repulse and sustain said prisoners.
Can I get a quote for this endeavor?