Coming to, you barely have time to register all the changes your body has undergone before a commotion from the direction of that doorway draws your attention. Pale skin like porcelain, long black hair in an asymmetric ponytail, and a scandalously short black and white china dress. Other than becoming a girl, the big changes are the ebon spikes protruding from eblows and knees, and your left hand which has been replaced with an elaborate metal battle fan.

As the same group of four girls dashes into the chamber, you feel your new combat conditioning kick in. They are the enemy. The compulsion to fight is nearly overwhelming despite the rational part of your mind reminding you that they can rescue you, untransform you, and return you to normal. The rational part of your mind, however, has to deal with the fact that you've already launched yourself into a flying leap at the girls, knocking the one in green to her knees even as you barely miss a swipe at the scarlet-clad heroine.

You're definitely in peak form, and these girls seem as if they won't pose much of a challenge. While the combat rages, the five women - your charges, your duty to serve and protect - fade out, retreating in a swirl of shadow. You are eager to prove yourself to them, to bring these four interlopers to their knees, to defeat them and present the women with captives.