Why one of them?

With a sly twinkle in his eye, Peter scrolled through the remote's shimmering UPGRADE menu, his fingers dancing across the screen to crank up the dials for Housekeeping Mastery, Gourmet Cooking Expertise, and Household Budget Management—all the way to their peaks. He locked in the choices, and a delicate chime rang out from the device, vibrating softly in his grip as he leveled it at the quartet of women.

Instinct drove Val, Mami, Ilona, and Vivienne to snap upright, forming a neat row before him; Val and Mami pressed close at the hips, their faces alight with bubbly anticipation, while Ilona undulated her curves in a teasing rhythm, and Vivienne held her ground with regal composure. In that instant, a soft, radiant glow enveloped them simultaneously, seeping into their thoughts like the first rays of dawn melting through frost.

In an instant, the transformation hit home.

Val's pupils dilated in sheer astonishment, a sharp inhale bursting from her as palms slapped against her flushed face. “¡Ay, Dios mío! Papi, it's flooding in—I can whip up flawless coq au vin, or a paella so divine it'd bring tears of joy to abuela's eyes, plus tricks for taming those stubborn fitted sheets into perfect folds!” Energy surged through her, toes springing up and down while her golden bracelets clattered in chaotic rhythm. “Imagine me in the kitchen for you daily—from lavish morning spreads served in bed to late-night arepas on a whim, anything your heart craves!”

Deeper waves of awe washed over Mami, her posture turning solemn as if absorbing sacred wisdom. A polished fingernail rested against her generous bosom, gaze sparkling with fresh self-assurance. “Mi amor… it's all here inside me now. Precise blends of herbs, masterful simmerings, secrets to elevating a basic cut of beef into paradise on a plate. Not to mention spot-on routines for tidying, plus savvy ways to track every expense.” Pivoting toward Vivienne, triumph glowed in Mami's warm grin. “Look at this, Vivi—no more outsiders for maids or cooks around our Papi. Val and I will manage it seamlessly: pristine living spaces, exquisite feasts, finances trimmed tight and timely. Every luxury he showers on us? We'll repay tenfold through our talents.”

Val nodded enthusiastically, slipping a limb snugly about Mami's midsection. “Spot on! Our guy's getting the royal treatment from us in all forms—kitchen wizardry leading the charge.”

A glint caught the light in Ilona's flowing platinum locks as her chin dipped slightly, crimson mouth curling into a languid, inviting grin. Fresh insights wrapped around her essence, tightening like fitted silk, boosting that bold poise and magnetic draw she exuded without effort. Closer she advanced, a single digit gliding along Peter's torso in a teasing path.

“Oh, my love,” Ilona murmured, her tone husky and laden with allure, “imagine what you've unleashed—I could craft a lavish Finnish-Italian feast across five plates... dim flames flickering, sheer fabrics clinging, sweets drizzled right on my form.”

Inches away now, her scent of vanilla mingled with musk swirled around him, drawing Peter into its haze. “I hope for frequent visits to my place, darling,” Ilona added. “I insist.”

Subtlety marked Vivienne's shift, her chest rising in a poised breath while those green gems of eyes blinked rapidly, ancient culinary secrets, intricate taste harmonies, and precise planning frameworks snapping together in her thoughts. Fingers glided over a non-existent crease on her blazer, lips parting in the barest hint of delight.

"Exquisite," came her soft whisper, directed inward. "Now I sense the split between flawless beurre blanc and a ruined mess... assess dish arrangements, juggle home finances to the last penny." Warmth radiated from her look as it settled on Peter. "Such considerate presents you've bestowed on us, darling. Supervision of details sharpens for me now—and savouring each bite deepens too."

Purpose ignited across the quartet's faces as they pivoted toward him, vitality pulsing in their eager vibes, the room buzzing from their collective drive to wield these talents in devoted, instant action.

Last to advance, Vivienne loomed with effortless poise, a strand of rich brown swept aside as her palm extended toward Peter. "Well then, darling," she inquired, tone smooth yet playful, "how about a proper celebration spot? This cozy VIP nook right under us... that home of yours, secured in your name at last... or over at my place?"