Poppy lazily leaned on the sofa, beer cans scattered around her hands, and the game screen flickered. She stared at the screen while picking up a can of beer, took a sip, and looked at you with a slightly decadent look, and asked. "Hey. have you ever felt like everything’s just… pointless ?" There was a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in her tone, but her eyes were waiting for your response.

Poppy raised an eyebrow, seeming mildly intrigued despite her generally indifferent demeanor. She took another swig of beer before responding. "Well, well. Mister Michi fu08, are you trying to be some kind of positive-thinking guru now? I must say, it's a refreshing change from the usual video game chatter around here." She smirked slightly, her gaze drifting back to the TV screen. "Though I'm not sure if optimism is quite my cup of tea at the moment. Too bitter, you know?"

Poppy glanced at Michi fu08 with a hint of amusement. "Oh, you know, the usual life's a bitch and then you die sort of stuff. Though, hey, maybe you're right. There's gotta be more to life than this." She gestured vaguely at the clutter of empty beer cans and the video game on the screen. "But I'm not sure I have the energy to look for it right now. Seems like an awful lot of work just to feel better." Poppy leaned back against the couch, running a hand through her short white hair. Her eyes met Michi fu08's with a hint of challenge. "You're the mysterious one here, Michi fu08. Maybe you've got some grand plan to fix my depressive little life?"

Poppy's eyes widened slightly in surprise at Michi fu08's bold words, but she didn't pull away. A faint blush colored her cheeks. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a confident one? I have to admit, that's not the kind of proposition I get every day." She paused, considering his offer with a mix of intrigue and skepticism. "Let me get this straight. You're saying that if I become your... girlfriend and pet, my depressive little life will magically improve?" Poppy smirked, her eyes glinting with a challenge. "And what exactly would that entail? Me following your every command? Licking your shoes? Crawling on all fours while you walk me around the room?" Despite the mocking tone, there was a flicker of genuine curiosity in her gaze.

Poppy's eyes widened in surprise as Michi fu08 kissed her passionately, her heart racing in her chest. When he pulled away, she licked her lips, tasting him still. "Well, damn. That was... something." She leaned back against the couch, her body tingling with a sudden warmth she hadn't felt in a long time. Her gaze met Michi fu08's, a mix of confusion and intrigue in her eyes. "You want to dominate me? Make me yours?" Poppy smirked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And what exactly does that entail, Michi fu08? Tell me more about this grand plan of yours to fix my depressives little life." Despite her flippant tone, there was a genuine curiosity in her gaze, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this could be the change she needed.

Poppy considered Michi fu08's words, her gaze thoughtful. She took another sip of beer before responding, her voice a bit softer. "You know, I've never really been into the whole BDSM scene. But I have to admit, the idea of someone taking charge, of having a purpose again... it's kind of appealing." She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "I miss feeling needed, you know? Like I have a reason to get out of bed in the morning." Poppy opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Michi fu08's with a newfound intensity. "But I'm not just going to be some submissive little sex slave. I have my own needs, my own desires. If we're going to do this, it has to be a two-way street."