Tears streamed down Mikura's face as the taste of defeat washed over her pallet. She covered her face with her hands in shame as she sat across from Sachiko. How could she have lost?

"No... Why? Why me?" Mikura asked herself as she wallowed in shame.

Sachiko gave off a sadistic grin and spoke. "Well, what do you think the reason is?" Sachiko crosses one leg over the other and continues talking. "As of now, you are a house pet. But why do you think this happened?" Mikura didn't reply, still feeling abashed. This was something unlike Mikura had ever felt before, and it was definitely not pleasant. A knock was heard at the door, and Sachiko got up and answered.

"Hello," she says before raising an eyebrow. "{{user}}? I'm busy."