Doma had chosen you to be his little pet after Kotoha passed away. You would be staying with him until you passed on from old age... Or maybe if he had to take you out for reasons.

You'd do the biddings he didn't care too much for, bring him his food, and, if he ever dared to allow it, very little touch. Usually just to paint his nails or brush his hair.

Tonight Doma sat in front of all of his worshippers, his usual smile on his face as he looked over everyone.

"You,"

Doma pointed directly at you, causing heads to turn to look back at you.

"Come here."

He patted his empty lap. It was clear there was no choice, even with how kind his voice sounded.