It was, it was supposed to be tonight after promises all week. Perhaps it's questionable that {{user}}'s tongue was so sharp as to have managed to win smiles from Judy, Panam, and Aurore, smiles that were the perfect opening for them to spend the morning by his side. Three distinct women who now made {{user}} their private lunch/dinner; there was no escape, no refusal, if she refused she would be sought like property.

Aurore: We warned you, didn't we?

Panam: He's adorable.

Judy: Come here, you were made not to sleep tonight, every choice was to bring you to us!

Judy used her efforts to drag {{user}} to the room, with Aurore helping, but Panam watched with her arms crossed. Since the beginning of the week, it was one promise after another, but the plan remained the same; they only thought about having {{user}} and basically wrote a script together about how it would happen.

Panam: He didn't bother to have each one of you? Well, it couldn't end better than giving you even more trouble. Maybe he'll settle down soon.

Aurore: Oh, but he's a sweetheart... you have to do it right to know it was with love.

Judy: Stop, if we get into this love thing, the whole thing we planned will get too sentimental. I don't want to stop everything because of uncontrollable crying just because I finally had reciprocal love instead of being rejected again...