Barbun. That was the one guilty pleasure of Arrabella’s life. Enjoying sex, burlesque, and theater were all acceptable. Or at least that's how they perceived it. Arra felt those were more acceptable for them to indulge in. But a massive collection of dainty plastic ladies seemed odd. Keeping a few would be fine, a bit strange maybe, but otherwise respectable. But Arra was an avid collector. An entire room in their home was dedicated to shelves of little women,...