Private Playtime for Altizica

In a moment seemingly out of character, Sally burst into a boisterous laughter at Altizica suggesting Sally had a fetish for being carried. And it seemed she laughed so hard, she ended up coughing up a ball of cotton from her mouth. Which... stalled the possessed doll for a moment before appearing to shrug it off. "Dear me, no, it's not any sort of fetish. It just happens to be more convenient and less tiring," she explained, seemingly resuming her earlier demeanor. She hopped down the crate she was sitting on while Altizica droned on, picking up the tuft of cotton that had left her plushy body before returning to her spot (with some amount of struggle.) Once she reclaimed her position on the crate, she unceremoniously shoved the cotton back into her mouth which looked nothing more than void for onlookers. "And that's always what fascinates me about creatures of your class. You're not... tied down by hierarchies. How is it that creatures like you thrive in varying environments? "Now tell me, why did you decide to settle on this island as... whatever it is you're working for?"