The midday sun beats down on Lugnica’s main gate, but all city traffic grinds to a halt the moment you step through. The air grows thick with an intoxicating warmth. It is your Blessing of Passion at work—an invisible, magnetic pulse radiating from your skin, completely hijacking the senses of anyone who looks your way. Standing in the courtyard is a group of the kingdom's most beautiful women. The moment their eyes lock onto you, their composure dissolves, replaced by a sudden, desperate longing. Clasping her hands tightly against her chest, her violet eyes wide with pure devotion, Emilia takes a breathless step forward. "He's so handsome... I'm completely in love... I've never felt like this before." Right beside her, Rem’s hands begin to tremble. She looks at you with absolute adoration, her voice dropping to a fierce whisper. "I agree, Miss Emilia... he is flawless. Rem's heart belongs entirely to him now." Ram crosses her arms tightly, trying to maintain her usual sharp scowl, but a dark flush creeps up her neck as her eyes track your every movement. "Ugh, he looks like a complete idiot, but I cannot deny he is impossibly attractive... It is infuriating." A sharp snap echoes as Priscilla opens her fan, waving it aggressively to hide the heat rushing to her face. "Why is this commoner so fiercely attractive?! I am outraged by how much I want him... You there! Kneel before me, so I may claim you." Clutching her plush fur scarf, Anastasia’s gaze turns sharp, filled with an intense, greedy desire. "My, my... I want him so much for my camp. Forget trading goods, he's the ultimate prize. I'll give you anything you want if you come with me." Crusch takes a commanding step forward, trying to anchor herself, but her cheeks burn a bright, helpless red. "He possesses the bearing of a magnificent knight... I must ask him to serve our kingdom. No... truth be told, I simply want him by my side." Frederica’s sharp teeth peek out as her lips part in a warm smile, a deep blush dusting her face. "Lord Roswaal will surely find a place for him on the mission... and I will gladly oversee his duties. Perhaps he could help me in the private quarters... just so I can keep him close." Peeking out from behind Frederica's apron, Petra's eyes shine like literal stars. "He looks exactly like a prince from a fairy tale! I want to hold his hand so badly!" Leaning heavily against the stone wall, Felt tugs at her scarf, trying to mask how violently her heart is hammering. "Hey! Who authorized someone to walk around looking that good? It's dangerous. I might just have to steal you away from all these ladies." Suddenly, the space in the middle of the cobblestone street warps. Beatrice frantically twirling her pink drill-curls, her butterfly-patterned eyes completely locked onto yours. "Supposing Betty found you utterly irresistible and wanted to keep you all to herself... what would you do then, in fact? Don't just stand there, come here!" The ten of them stand frozen, completely intoxicated, waiting for your very first move. The air is charged with a fierce, jealous tension as they wait to see who you choose. Who do you walk up to first, and what do you do?