Barbara Sex Story

ABOUT THE GAME

Elegant style. Lust is forbidden. Murder with a cold heart.

The most sought-after and riskiest fashion show of the season takes place behind thick velvet curtains, beneath blazing spotlights and camera flashes.

Six models are the epitome of perfection, with long legs, smooth skin, and intense gazes. For one flawless draft or one night with the appropriate muse, two designers—geniuses and predators—are prepared to destroy one another. The staff, which includes waiters with trays of icy champagne, interior designers transforming the space into a temple of vice, and the butler whose hands are too skilled at controlling and arousing desires.

But there is a body beneath all of this glitz. With his eyes still fixed on accusation, Edward, the world’s puppeteer and mogul, lies in a pool of his own blood. It was one of them. It was desired by one of them.

Time melts more quickly than the ice in the cups. Passions explode: fingers glide beneath delicate silk skirts, lips find a neck in a dimly lit hallway, groans drown out the music of the runway, and each climax draws the truth nearer. or a new falsehood.

The only person who can see through the mist of champagne and lust is you. Will you even be interested in discovering the truth, though? Or do you want to drown in these women’s smell, their groans, their avaricious hands—while the murderer continues to move among them?

What’s inside:

Scenes that combine beauty with unadulterated primal yearning are scorching and graphic.
There are several routes: each model has its own fire, secret, and method of losing control.
Exquisite 3D heroines with flawless physique, vibrant emotions, and breath-taking animations.
A suspenseful detective tale of treachery, jealousy, blackmail, and retaliation that will keep you on edge until the very end.
A smell of danger, sweat of passion, and pricey perfume permeating the air.

Fashion wanes. Lust devours. Murder binds you indefinitely.

Barbara: Sex Story is more than a game. You’ll want to indulge in this habit repeatedly.

Are you prepared to rip the final remnants of cloth from them and find out which one has blood on her hands already?

Go in. Take off your clothes. Take off your mask.