Outside the room, you find yourself playing peacemaker for Lucy and Marinette. With Christina’s help, you manage to get the two rivals apart. As you are the only girl who matches Lucy’s athletic prowess, you take it upon yourself to hold her still while the shy Christina blocks the busty Marinette.
“Please, stop this fighting,” Christina begs, practically in tears.
You, on the other hand, are much more self-controlled. “Do you want to disturb our Master? He’s not going to want to spend any time with you if you’re constantly bickering like this.”
“Oh, like you’d ever understand,” Marinette huffs. “Not all of us are lucky enough to look exactly like Master’s precious little waifu.”
“That’s right,” Lucy agrees, for once on the same page as Marinette. It seems like they’ve found a common foe. Christina stays silent, but you sense a small mote of resentment even in her mild gaze.
You sigh. “Our Master loves each and every one of us,” you insist. “Do you think he would have created this harem if that weren’t so?”
Marinette seems about to argue when pink smoke suddenly fills the room before flowing out the window and spreading out in all directions.
All four of you stand swaying as your eyes refocus. Shaking your head, you smile brightly. “And besides, like, we’re all so super sexy and stuff! We don’t need to, like, fight like meanies!”
While your statement lacks any sort of logic, the other girls all smile and nod like you just gave the most inspiring speech in history.
“Yeah, totally!” Marinette squealed, flipping back her glossy blonde hair and bouncing in place. “I don’t even remember why we were fighting.”
“Huh, like, me neither,” Lucy pouts confusion. Tilting her head cutely, her blue eyes glaze over with ponderous thought while she absently twirls one of her golden curls.
Christina giggles. “Like, you two are so funny! Let’s all just cheer and make up!”
“That sounds great!” You say, grabbing your pom-poms from beside you and straightening your pleated miniskirt. The others do likewise.
As one, you all strike poses and shout, “C-O-L-N! HAREM SISTERS FOR THE WIN! YAY!”
“Wait, did we spell that right?” Christina mumbles even as you all wave your pompoms and kick up with your long legs.
Suddenly, the door opens and Jamie appears. “Aw, did you girls do a cheer without me!?”
Behind her, you see your Master emerge.