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Work was life, or that much was true for Arrabella. Nothing was quite as satisfying as a job done well, and that feeling drove them to be better and better over time. Through any hardship, the simple joy of completing a task never faltered for them, a fact that confused many. They had to have some sort of outlet besides managing their business, it would be unnatural to be that dedi...

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,...