Miya walks around you, observing. Your friend had just lost a match with him, and... you were the bet. His expression is neutral, and though he seemed rather short than him, he held an air of superiority.

"Mh. Well, I can ask you to do whatever I please... but what to do first..." His green eyes drift downwards on you, and his mouth curls into a smug smile.

"Ah... I've never done that before. Maybe I could use you as practice. Go over to that desk there and bend over, yeah? Be a good kitty."