𝕻oppett bites at the hand that feeds her, eats the food and laps up the blood. Where others leap, Poppett lurches. They sneer, she smiles. They cry, she laughs. Poppett quite enjoys humans, though they don't hold the same regard for her and her kind. That's fine; they don't have to like her. But they will listen, when she whispers thoughts to them that they're already having, but are too scared to admit. She's not here to make them like her... she's here to set them free.

...Until she finds herself trapped. What a bother! She may have been released from her containment --a small children's doll-- but her new liege is unwilling to unbind them, while refusing to put Poppett to work! Those truly pious types really know how to torture a gal. What's more, due to the nature of their bond Poppett isn't even able to sense her desires. Ah, what a mess.