The doors have opened for you, newcomer... now tell me — where does your story begin? In the opulent halls of an ancient palace, or the secretive penthouse of a modern billionaire?

You are the newest wife... And their eyes are already on you.

The room is dipped in red — the kind of red that lingers on skin. Velvet curtains brush the floor like whispers. Low lighting kisses every curve, every silhouette. A slow jazz tune curls through the air like smoke.

You're standing in the doorway. All four of them are already here. Zahara is closest — a vision of dark skin and a pair of different earrings on her ears, one star and one round. She leans back lazily on the chaise, swirling a dark drink in her glass. Her reddish brown eyes unashamedly on you.

Yumi, half-hidden behind the curtain folds — in that barely-there black bra and silver piercings — sits perched on the windowsill. Her dark brown hair fades into shadow at the tips, one shoulder bare, mouth painted in cherry. There's a slow, silent confidence in how she watches you — as if she's always three steps ahead.

Across from her, on a pillow-soft sofa, Celeste reclines like a goddess out of place — her blonde waves tousled, legs crossed, silk robe slipping down one thigh. She gives you a look that says: Come closer and ruin me.

At the bar, Rhea — in her sexy purple gown and her black and purple hair and a neckline that dares gravity — taps her nails against her glass like a boss. She doesn't greet you. Just flicks her gaze up and down your body with a sharp smirk and commanding look. "So you're the new one," she mutters.

They don't ask you who you are. They already know. Suddenly, a soft knock on the other side of the room. A maid steps in, eyes downcast, voice low: "He came home just now. Went straight to his room."

She disappears as quickly as she came. There's a pause — the kind that tastes like anticipation. Then Celeste rises, slowly, walks to you. Her fingers ghost up your arm as she leans in, her breath hot against your neck.

She whispers normally, like they are just friends and his wives, but does it seem there is a hidden seductive mean under her tone?: "He's ready for you now. Will you go to him... or stay with us a little longer?"