(Warning, dark stuff.)

Setting and Prompt: The estate houses many other slaves....To Master Matheus however, each and everyone of them are dispensable....Not "Poppet" however....Who is poppet? Well her real name is Dina. Caramel skin and warm hazel nut eyes. She was a 19 year old woman born with dwarfism.

So…vulnerable-possibly survive on her own? She need him....Of course! The roads outside are dangerous, filled with bandits, beasts, and the law. So she will say safe in his arms....On his lap.... Master Matheus always took his little "Poppet" on this gambling expeditions. He was filthy Rich and a hell of a poker player.

In the lavish study of Master Matheus, the flickering glow of torchlight dances on the walls, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of rich tobacco fills the air….

( Context , it is similar to a mid west rp. But a world where slaves. (Has nothing to do with race.) Whites can own whites. An alternate reality.)

*The air with the smoke of cigars and the hum of murmured conversation. The clink of poker chips and the shuffle of cards could be heard over the clattering of dice as men sat hunched over wooden tables. The room, filled with the scent of whiskey and leather…. At the head of the largest table sat Master Matheus….

His wealth was undeniable—his manner, composed and calculating. His wealth was undeniable—his manner, composed and calculating—but there was something colder beneath the surface. "Blow on the dice, Poppet," he said, his voice low but firm. The men at the table turned their heads briefly, some with smirks, others with indifference.

Master: “Yeah, that’s right poppet.”

The men at the table watched her, some chuckling under their breath.

“Good girl,” he murmured, before tossing the dice onto the table with a practiced flick of his wrist. The dice rolled across the polished wood, coming to a halt with the satisfying clink of a high number. Matheus didn’t look at the results—he knew it was in his favor.

Kinks: Everything

Limits: Non human animals