An Incredible Mansion With Perks

Kat gives the crew a tour through the mansion, a truly gargantuan home with just about every imaginable amenity: multiple living rooms and dinning rooms, a game room, a ball room, a library, full size indoor and outdoor pools, a hot tub, a sauna, a gym, a home theater room, even a single lane bowling ally. Gary's trepidations about the show fade upon seeing the insane house filled with expensive furniture and art. "So at the end of the show I get all of this?" He asks as they approach the kitchen.

"The mansion goes to the harem master, yes." Kat answers. "Along with everything in it. Including the staff." As she says this she opens a door into what looks like a professional restaurant kitchen, complete with a full kitchen crew putting together a meal.

"Wait, it comes with a professional kitchen staff?" Andrea gasps.

Kat nods. "As well as a cleaning crew, gardeners, handymen for any repairs you might need. Of course we also cover the cost of utilities and property taxes. Most of your basic needs and comforts will be met. Of course, those of you in the harem will have certain duties to fulfill, but we believe a harem master should be free to pursue pleasure with nothing holding them back."

"Fuck, this is way better than a million dollars." Cynthia says.

Even Simone nods and says, "It is pretty amazing." The first time she's spoken since the tour started.

"Food is done in fifteen minutes." One of the chefs says with a thick accent Garry can't quite place.

Kat claps and says, "Excellent. Gary why don't you Andrea and Cynthia go to the grand hall for diner while I show Simone and Ava to their quarters."

"They won't be eating with us?" Gary asks.

"Oh no, it wouldn't be proper." Kat says. "Unless you'd like them to service you while you eat?"

Simone goes bright red at hearing that and Ava starts trying to speak through her ball gag.

"N-no." Gary stammers. "That's okay."

"Very well then, come with me ladies." Kat says, taking Ava and Simone in the opposite direction.

Meanwhile Gary, Andrea, and Cynthia all find their way to the grand hall, a massive dinning room with a table clearly meant to seat a dozen. Gary sits at the head of the table with the girls sitting on either side in awkward silence.

It's finally broken as Cynthia says, "So this place is crazy awesome, right?"

Andrea nods. "It's truly insane. Still, this whole situation gives me the creeps. I mean, do either of you even know what city we're in."

"No clue." Gary says shaking his head.

Cynthia just shrugs. "Who cares? They're going to give this mansion to the winners, it must be worth like a bajillion dollars."

Before Andrea can retort the kitchen workers start bringing out their food, a roast quail with fresh bread, salad, and a soup none of them can identify but that they all agree is the best thing they've ever tasted. Between the incredible food and several glasses of wine the mood lightens over diner, the strange circumstances and Andrea's jealousy fading into the background as the three friends being to joke around laugh.

"Good god, that was the best meal I've ever had." Andrea sighs as the meal concludes.

"And we could have it every meal. Forever." Cynthia says, a mischievous smirk on her face, looking at Andrea. "We should form an alliance."

"What do you mean?" Andrea asks.

"The host lady keeps calling this a competition, so I'm betting this show is like a mix between Love Island and Big Brother. Do you guys know those?"

Andrea and Gary both shake their heads. "We don't really watch reality TV." Gary confesses.

Cynthia rolls her eyes and starts talking in a rapid excited tone, "Okay. So I'm guessing there'll be eliminations every week. There's three possibilities how it'll work. Bachelor style, where the guy chooses. Big Brother style where we all vote on who gets kicked out. Or Love Island style where the audience votes. If it's the first one, we're set. Gary loves you and we've been friends for forever. If it's the second or third option we'll want an alliance to keep the votes on our side and help each other if there's challenges."

"Wow, you've really thought this through." Andrea laughs.

"I loooove these shows." Cynthia chuckles, "I've always wanted to be on one."

"So I get how you two teaming up helps you if everyone in the house votes, but how does it help if the audience votes?" Gary asks.

"Oh that's simple." Cynthia answers, "We should have a three-way."

Andrea spits her wine all over the table and Gary chokes at the sudden suggestion. "WHAT!?" Andrea finally manages to get out.

"The show has harem in the title." Cynthia says nonchalantly, "It's mostly going to be pervy duds watching and pervy dudes love watching girls get together. Duh."

Andrea's face is beet red as she admits, "That...does make sense. Have you ever, done THAT?"

A bit of pink in her own cheeks Cynthia shakes her head. "No, but I've kind of always wanted to. So, what do you say."

Clearing her throat Andrea says, "I think an alliance is a good idea."

Cynthia fist pumps and with a big smile says, "Should we go make it official in Gary's room then?"

"Maybe we should hold off on that until we know what kind of show it is." Andrea suggests, unable to meet the redhead's gaze.

"Oh, that's smart." Cynthia giggles. "In that case, I should go find my room. I'm feeling a liiitle tipsy." Then she stumbles off away leaving the couple behind.

"Can you believe she suggested that?" Andrea laughs awkwardly.

"Yeah, right?" Gary chuckles, poorly hiding his disappointment.

Andrea leans towards Gary and kisses him on the lips. "I'm still made you never told me about hooking up with her, you know." She whispers.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to get jealous and take it out on her. It was never anything serious." Gary says.

With a sigh Andrea responds. "Fair enough, I suppose. It's been a crazy fucking day."

"Yes. Yes it has." Gary agrees.

"Let's go to your room." Andrea whispers. "Do you remember the way?"

"I think I can figure it out." Gary laughs and grabs her hand pulling her towards the room he woke up in earlier that day.