There is a fetish called amalgatophilia and one of the spaces in the Sapphire Rooms is dedicated to it. It's a sexual attraction towards statues and shop window dummies - things like that. The space uses a mannequin to illustrate the fetish and it's pretty startling at times. More than once, I've swished through a set of curtains, to find the mannequin just sitting and waiting for me. It can really give a person a bit of a jolt. It doesn't help that it occasionally gets moved around, so it might be in a different part of the space next time I walk into that area. It means I can't get used to its presence.
It's also a badly behaved dummy. Posing it is a swine, because the limbs really aren't very articulated at all. Moving it is even worse. Today, I had to take it downstairs, and one of its arms fell off. That wasn't too bad - I picked the arm up and tucked it under my own arm as best I could. But its other arm - now fully extended into some sort of Nazi salute - managed to snag a bra from the lingerie line on the way past. This dummy - clearly not as inanimate as it should have been - really wanted that bra. I was struggling to hold the whole thing together, not break off any more limbs and not drop the ones that had already fallen away - and the damn thing was trying to steal someone else's lingerie from the washing line.
Inanimate objects are seldom as inanimate as they should be.
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