Meet the family

You arrived at a modern, 5-bedroom Arab equivalent of a McMansion and headed inside to find a throng of nervous women waiting for you in foyer. There was a moment of awkwardness as they stared up at you expectantly, visibly a little shaken and anxious. "I'm Jack" you began, "and as I'm sure Ahmed has told you, I have taken ownership of his company, house, and all his assets in return for forgiving his gambling debts. And I'm sure I don't need to tell you, that includes you lovely ladies. I promise to provide for you all, and take care of you all too, but you must understand that I spent a lot of money to forgive hiss debts and because of that I have high expectations and big plans for all of you."

"You will pay me the same respect you would pay your father or husband, or will be punished accordingly" you informed them. You insisted that they address you as either sir or majette (pronounced mah-jet), which was a somewhat affectionate version of sir or mister that women may address their male relatives or husbands by, and asked them to introduce themselves.

"I'm Aaliyah, I was Ahmed's wife" says the curvy, late-30's looking brunette perched against the stairwell. Once he had forfeited the women in his life, his marriage was automatically dissolved: if a man cannot provide and care for his wife then he doesn't deserve her marriage in Eastern culture.

"I'm Zara, Aaliyah's sister" began the woman next to her. She appeared a similar age, and was very attractive, making you wonder why she was living with her brother-in-law and therefore presumably not married. That was until she continued: "I started living with Aaliyah and her family last year after my husband passed in a road accident" she explained.

"I'm his daughter Jasmine" said the girl next to Zara. "I'm his oldest daughter. I'll be out your hair soon" she continued, "I'm soon to be betrothed to one of dad's project managers".

"I don't think so" you interrupted. "I don't care what your father told you or promised you, you answer to me now and I'm not going to give you away to some middle-manager at a company I'll probably end up selling for parts. You were given to me as compensation, and you are going to compensate me."

She looked like she wanted to argue, but your harsh tone and unsympathetic stare seemed to convince her otherwise. Sensing it was her turn, the last of the four women cleared her throat and introduced herself.

"I'm Jasmine's younger sister Lena" she said meekly. She had caramel skin, dark-hair, and a pretty smile. You knew from her father that, like her sister, she was in her early-twenties.