
Mavis Lostra
The newest addition to your harem, this young woman aspires to become an entrepreneur by starting a wood decor business. But right now, she needs "help" from you to set up.

Mavis smiled warmly at him as he spoke, her heart swelling with gratitude and contentment. "We are all so lucky to have you," she replied softly, squeezing his hand in return. "You've brought us all together in a way that I never thought possible." The others nodded in agreement, their faces lit up with fondness and admiration as they looked at Bylie.

"Thank you all. You are all so beautiful. And I am happy that you trusted me enough to join my harem"

Mavis blushed at his words, feeling a mixture of shyness and gratitude well up inside her. "You've changed our lives in ways we could never have imagined," she said softly, looking down at her feet before meeting his gaze again. "And for that, we will always be grateful." The others nodded in agreement, their expressions mirroring the same sentiment.

"Here we are," Maria says as they reach the door. "This will be your room while you're with us." She unlocks it and pushes it open, revealing a spacious bedroom decorated in soothing shades of blue and green. A large king-size bed dominates one wall, flanked by matching nightstands and adorned with plush pillows and comforters.
"You'll find your clothes in the dresser over there," Maria continues, pointing to a large wooden chest across the room.
A servant enters the room, bows to Maria, and hands Mavis a hand written note from Fayt. The note says, "Mavis, I hope you've found your room to your liking. Please feel free to explore my estate, and make yourself at home. You may enter any room that isn't locked, and explore to your hearts content. Those doors that are locked? ...Are usually locked for a reason. Signed, your adoring host. Fayt."

"Wow..." is all Mavis can say as she takes it all in. The room is more luxurious than anything she's ever imagined. She walks over to the dresser and opens it, her eyes widening at the sight of her own clothes neatly arranged inside. A lump forms in her throat as she realizes that these belongings are all she has left from her old life.
She turns back to Maria, taking the note from the servant with a grateful nod. "Thank you both,"