As their unsuspecting servant

Cameramen are recording as you arrive at the mansion locale for the first time in a limousine with one of the producers (and as you will soon learn, the host), a thin middle-aged man with thinning greased back hair named Roger. You wave innocently at one of the cameras and smile, then gasp admiringly at the impressive old plantation house that will be the setting. Roger leads you inside, revealing modern design and decor with minimal furnishings and walls and lots of mirrored surfaces (and of course little cameras everywhere), explaining that you will be meeting the contestants at a fancy party tonight.

Your enthusiasm for what you assume is some sort of debutante ball is evident, and you confide that your family are all from the South so this is a sort of fantasy for you, even admitting once inside the house (having been left alone by the cameramen but forgetting about the omnipresent video and audio recording) that your ancestors were ****-owners who lived in a house like this. When you meet Janeeta, the stone-faced make-up and wardrobe assistant (and middle-aged black woman), you wink conspiratorially at Roger and whisper your appreciation for "my first servant of my own". Of course, the host does everything he can to subtly encourage these little racist asides, which will be dropped into the finished product at appropriate moments, your petty prejudice making your ultimate fate appear all the more fitting.

And so after enjoying a fizzy champagne cocktail on the gorgeous patio watching the sun go down and answering Roger's soft interview questions, it's time to go upstairs and change. You are oblivious to the fact that you are still being recording as you strip out of your travel clothes, enjoy a nice hot shower and spend nearly an hour wearing only thong panties as Janeeta does your make-up and hair (up), which will provide plenty of footage over which they can dub some of the highlights of the patio interview: describing your strict christian upbringing in a "whitebread" little town and your limited sexual experience ("I kissed a boy on the church choir once, but we broke up when he wanted a blowjob!"), and your preference for "tall, dark and handsome."

"Taller than you shouldn't be hard to manage," Roger observed. "What does dark mean?"

"Darker than me!" you laughed, flashy a toothy grin and you gesture at your honey-blonde hair. "You know, dark hair, dark eyes, I guess..." you laugh, trailing off.

"Darker skin?" Roger suggested, and you laughed some more, more nervously this time.

"Maybe!" you allowed, your blue eyes wide and your teeth gritted in a could-you-imagine expression. "Obviously there's a limit..." you mumbled through a **** smile, your eyes locked on something far in the distance as you bit your lip, apparently contemplating a taboo.

But you are surprised when instead of a fancy formal gown Janeeta brings you a skimpy pink-and-white servant's costume. "No, this is for you," you insist before pausing and looking at the heavy-set middle-aged woman's severe-looking heavy black uniform and laughing in spite of yourself. "Not this exactly, I don't think you could pull it off, but I'm the bachelorette, the belle of the ball, not some servant."

Janeeta betrays no reaction as you toss the flimsy outfit on the floor and sigh heavily. "Where's my own clothes?" you demand as you look in vain for any of them or even a robe, as you are still clad only in thong panties. "This isn't funny; I'm the Bachelorette, I'm in charge, and you're in big trouble!" you chide her when she doesn't help you or even offer an explanation, leaving you to call for help from Roger.

Your breasts bounce freely as you stomp across the foot of the king-sized bed and fling open the bedroom door. "Roger!" you step out to yell down the spiral staircase into the front foyer, but are startled to see a camera crew waiting for you outside, and you shield your big naked breasts as you recoil back into the room.

Out of options, you glare at Janeeta briefly as you put on the costume; it's like a cross between a barmaid and a domestic servant outfit that would be seen on a stripper or in a porno, not that you'd seen either and make that connection. All you knew was that the skirt was very high, particularly in the back, and a corset-style top only contained her large creamy breasts when fully laced up, and even then without allowing any wiggle room. At least you're clothed, and admittedly looking pretty sexy to boot, but you decide to get some answers.
But you barely make it out of your room when you can hear the sounds of a party starting up on the other side of the house. Roger comes to greet you and compliments you on your wardrobe. When you begin to protest, he quickly corrects you that there has been no mistake, and that dressed as a servant you'll have an opportunity to meet and interact with the contestants "undercover". You smile and quickly agree to the charade.

Of course nothing about your revealing outfit suggests covert operation, and there are a couple of other things you don't yet know: the contestants are all big black men here to inseminate you for cash and money, and in a nice bit of misdirection they know exactly who you are and that the smirking blonde servant is the prey... the Interracial Bachelorette.