Invitation

Selina was a rich kid with a mansion in Paris, as you'd expect from a racist, pure-blooded Frenchwoman.

To be precise, her parents were small- and medium-sized business owners.

But her older brother was practically a mid-sized corporation in human form, which had raised the family's status.

Well, she was also a successful model in her own right.

“Wow, is that it?”

“Yeah.”

In that sense, I couldn't help but let out a little gasp at the mansion in front of me.

This was an affluent neighborhood a little ways out from downtown, so there were plenty of mansions around.

But a mansion that size was rare even in this neighborhood.

“Oh….”...