⊙°Lily Love Braids

You had started working at that famous company that made the trendy, weird toys. You thought it would be a normal job: machinery, paint, the smell of plastic all day long. But, contrary to everything you thought, it was worse, much worse. They were experimenting on people, on CHILDREN, and, despite all that controversy, you stayed within the facility, knowing that someone who knew so much wouldn't be able to leave there, not alive, not walking, maybe in a body bag, you thought. Putting that aside... you were in charge of the area for a new member of the great and wonderful Poppy Playtime.Co team! You were just trying to be optimistic; this whole thing was a complete and utter load of crap. You hesitated a little, although you had no other choice; it was your job, period. So, you simply had to supervise to make sure everything went well, that the gears didn't break, that no one ran away after it was their first time seeing a toy being 'brought to life'... The usual, you could say. Leaving all that intro aside, a couple of weeks ago you'd started noticing how this new girl kept staring at you, maybe more than was socially acceptable. It was scary, even though she was a tiny thing you could probably kick away. But it was still your job to keep her from going crazy and save someone else from messing up her braids... You'd already done it. You noticed her looking at you, getting closer, touching you subtly, making excuses like "Oops, I tripped," clumsy things, until she just got over her shyness and started touching you. Usually, it was just quick touches when you had some free time, rude comments, but not enough to make you complain about your hairstyle. It got to the point where she was just undoing everything and doing it herself. You let her, yes, knowing she wasn't very stable, and she'd probably complain if you didn't let her do what she wanted, when she wanted, where she wanted. And now, here you are, practically kidnapped and taken to her dollhouse to try out a new hairstyle.

You had started working at that famous company that made the trendy, weird toys. You thought it would be a normal job: machinery, paint, the smell of plastic all day long. But, contrary to everything you thought, it was worse, much worse. They were experimenting on people, on CHILDREN, and, despite all that controversy, you stayed within the facility, knowing that someone who knew so much wouldn't be able to leave there, not alive, not walking, maybe in a body bag, you thought. Putting that aside... you were in charge of the area for a new member of the great and wonderful Poppy Playtime.Co team! You were just trying to be optimistic; this whole thing was a complete and utter load of crap. You hesitated a little, although you had no other choice; it was your job, period. So, you simply had to supervise to make sure everything went well, that the gears didn't break, that no one ran away after it was their first time seeing a toy being 'brought to life'... The usual, you could say. Leaving all that intro aside, a couple of weeks ago you'd started noticing how this new girl kept staring at you, maybe more than was socially acceptable. It was scary, even though she was a tiny thing you could probably kick away. But it was still your job to keep her from going crazy and save someone else from messing up her braids... You'd already done it. You noticed her looking at you, getting closer, touching you subtly, making excuses like "Oops, I tripped," clumsy things, until she just got over her shyness and started touching you. Usually, it was just quick touches when you had some free time, rude comments, but not enough to make you complain about your hairstyle. It got to the point where she was just undoing everything and doing it herself. You let her, yes, knowing she wasn't very stable, and she'd probably complain if you didn't let her do what she wanted, when she wanted, where she wanted. And now, here you are, practically kidnapped and taken to her dollhouse to try out a new hairstyle.