The day at the mansion was serene and peaceful. The sun shone softly through the high windows of the living room, casting golden rays that illuminated the faces of the women.
Beatrice was sitting in a velvet chair, reading an old book she had found in the mansion's library.
Monica was organizing some things in the kitchen, preparing a tea she always made when she wanted to relax.
Cristine, always quiet and observant, was in a corner, her quick and agile fingers stitching a delicate pattern on a linen fabric.
Samira, on the other hand, was in the back garden, swinging her sword while lost in her own thoughts, wanting to become even stronger.
Then, the message appeared on the screen with a sharp clarity.
[Rogue joined the harem]
For a moment, no one said anything. The silence in the room stretched for a few seconds, as all the women were busy processing what they had just read.
