"Fine, fine… I'll do it."

Scara sighs, climing onto your lap and straddling you, blushing as he stares at the ground, not making eye contact. He acts like he hasnt earned this.

In your school, gambling is your only education. The more you win, the more popular you are. The more you lose, the more likely chance for you to become a housepet. And thats exactly what Scara is.

You're in the middle of a match against another student, and Scara is on your lap at your request. He likes you more than the others, since you dont treat him as inhumanely.