'Get Cosmetic Skin Packs for all Love Interests,' it said.
Cecilia took a deep breath and pressed the claim button.
DING!
[Congratulations, Cecilia! Three Five-Stars Cosmetic Skin Packs for all Love Interests, claimed!]
A golden light erupted from her chest, and before she could even fully process the sensation, a collection of ornate containers materialized on the floor of the room with soft, heavy thuds.
They gleamed in the pale morning light, polished wood inlaid with mother-of-pearl, brass hinges, and velvet linings peeking from the edges.
Oathran flinched awake while Arkai and Eastiel burst through the bathroom door, still in various states of undress, their eyes wide with alarm. "Wha—?!"
Cecilia ignored them. She jumped down from the bed, her bare feet barely making a sound, and knelt before the containers.
With trembling hands, she opened the first one. Eastiel's box. What they saw inside first and foremost was a familiar accessory.
