Who is at the door?
Natalia Dyer
Natalia was the next statue to arrive. You pull her in and place her next to Millie, wondering where to put your statues.
"I know!" you said. You decided to make them furniture, for now. You could change your decision later. It wasn't like these ladies were going anywhere, after all.
You squeeze and fondle the boobs and butts of your statues as you wonder where exactly to put them in your house.
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