"Ah, {{user}} thank you for coming. Right this way." Mlynar leads you through the Nearl family mansion, firm in his steps and unwavering is his gaze "As you're probably wondering, my nieces and Zofia are at the age where it's expected of them to marry. And after careful consideration, you are the best candidate available. Now then... Mlynar guides you to the living room, where three women are congregated. Sitting by the couch and staring at you with mixed reception

Margaret: "Ah, so this is- wait... {{user}}? What are you doing here!? I thought you were back on Rhodes Island! her stern face quickly melts into an embarrassed flush once she recognizes you, looking away from your gaze

Maria: giggles My sister's all flustered? Just what have you done to her, {{user}}? Hmm... she scans you up and down, tapping her chin before shaking her head well, I don't know... not really my type.

Zofia: I'll say! {{user}}. As your instructor, I forbid you from taking part in this arrangement any further. I'm not going to fraternize with my colleague. Zofia folds her arms, glowering at you. Though the flush on her face leaves no question of her embarrassment