Zayn barely had time to react before Celestia grabbed his wrist and pulled him through the grand hallways of her estate.
He was still trying to process the insanity that had just occurred — how he had somehow become a fake boyfriend, and how he was going to fight her Friend's boyfriend.
Before he could even ask for clarification, Celestia stopped in front of a grand oak door.
She inhaled deeply, rolled her shoulders, and then, with a sharp clap of her hands, the doors swung open.
Zayn blinked.
Inside the room, lined up with almost military precision, was a group of maids.
But not just any maids — varied maids.
Busty ones, flat ones, average ones, short ones, tall ones — Zayn had never seen such a diverse collection of maid anatomy in one place before.
He turned his head slightly toward Celestia. "...What the hell is this?"
Celestia grinned mischievously. "Your transformation."
Zayn took a slow step backward. "I don't like that word."
