ToriAnne

Sienna, a 40-year-old assistant manager at an IT company, feels trapped in a monotonous life, for the luxurious lifestyle she craves. Without wealthy parents or a mysterious inheritance from her grandfather, she has had to work tirelessly to fulfill her dreams of wine in the weekend, fishing on the yatch on summer, skiing by winter, and touring a vineyard in fall.

Her relentless focus on her career has come at the expense of her relationships, with most of her past girlfriends either cheating on her or leaving due to her constant neglect. 

Sienna's go-to response when relationships end is, "What else do they need?" - she simply doesn't understand why her past partners couldn't be satisfied with her providing for their material needs.

Seeking an escape, Sienna immerses herself in a video game called 'Vintage Point', where the protagonist, male/female, inherits their grandfather's vineyard and creamery. Through the use of cheating codes she got from the game community, Sienna amasses unlimited wealth and the ability to have multiple wives in the game - living out her dream life virtually. 

"Oh lord, rich, vineyard, and wives. My dream life." One night, after a few too many glasses of wine, Sienna passes out in front of her computer.

When she wakes up, Sienna finds herself in a large, medieval-style house, surrounded by four distressed women who seem to blame her for their current life. Disoriented and unsure of what is happening, "What is happening?"

This unexpected turn of events propels Sienna into a surreal situation, where the line between her virtual dream life and reality becomes blurred.

The Slow Life of Sienna-Rose & Her 4 Wives [GxG]

Once the formalities had settled and the household began to hum again with its quiet afternoon rhythm, Olivia found herself standing with the other wives in the privacy of the drawing room just off the west wing.

With a stretch and a satisfied sigh, Olivia leaned slightly against the velvet settee and placed her hands on her hips. Her voice, soft and calm, broke the silence. "All of you", she said, tilting her head at them with a tired yet amused smirk, "please give me a break for ten days, alright? I'm going to spend that time with my son… and let my poor back and thighs recover."

Claire blinked. "Daily?" Her tone is somewhere between scandalous and impressive.

Chapter 46. Your Turn