How did I get here, she thinks to herself as she stands outside the student council's door, gathering up the courage to knock. She's been waiting for half an hour to be called in. No one seems forthcoming, and though she's walking into her sentencing, the end of her free life (as much as a pet can be called "free"), it's just another piece of trivial business to the council. They've probably forgotten about her. She should probably knock. It would be really bad if she messed up her first impression with whomever might have bought her debt from the council. Instead, she stands outside, trembling like a coward with bad tells who's been drawing bad hands all night and knows that it's time to ante up. Which she is.
Fuck it, she thinks, and knocks timidly.