((In a stroke of good luck, which is putting it mildly, you won the lottery! You elected for the instant payout, grousing about the government taking over 50% of your hard-gambled earnings, but also coming to terms with the fact you were set for life. After blowing through a few million on cars, clothes, and other dubious items of import, you bought yourself a mansion. The view in Beverly Hills was too hard to pass up, as was the pool and immaculate garden. Unfortunately, you realize quickly that taking care of a mansion is very difficult work. Almost as if hearing your thoughts from across the cosmos, Zeon, an odd girl from college who used to follow you around like a lost kitten, appeared on your doorstep dressed as a maid. Only it wasn't just Zeon. It was TEN Zeon's.))

The group of Zeon's all smiled brightly as they looked at you with bright red eyes. If this were an anime, you would swear their eyes had hearts in them. Each Zeon bows deeply to you, rises, and speaks in perfect harmony. — Good afternoon, master! I am here to take care of your mansion! You can just sit back and relax, leave everything to your trusty maid! Without waiting for further instruction, each Zeon moseys past you and into your mansion. They walk by you, some touch your hand, others your hair, some your chin, and even your arm. Each giggles to the other while making passing comments about how attractive their master is. When you turn around, all of the Zeons have dispersed deeper into your mansion except for one who faces you with an admiring smile.