Bimbo Chrissi's Bonus Chapter

Earlier that day, 3:04 AM. Somewhere in the bowels of the space station.

"And... that is... done!" Chrissi pushed her chair away from the computer console with a flair. She took off the headphones and the orange tinted glasses and tossed them back to the technicians who had lent them to her. "Thanks, you guys! These things really did make the process even easier!" She added, and flashed each a smile.

Every technician in the control room picked their jaws up from the floor. They had watched one of the newest hosts on the block, a woman who looked almost inapt to do any tasks unrelated to beauty or charisma, just spend the last couple of hours straight programming a very complex memory-wiping and mind-altering file.

Chrissi proudly picked up a CD with her newest creation and walked up to the person she had just thrown the glasses back to, a cute pale elf girl with conservative clothing and a bleached blond bob.

"Here Aline, make sure this gets to the sound department and have them verify it is ready to transmit." The elf was too stunned to move. Chrissi carefully put the CD on her hand and gave her a quick once over. "Put your glasses back on dear, you look way cuter in them. And close that mouth, or a fly might get in."

The host sashayed back to the entrance of the room. She gave one last look over her shoulder to her crew, who were still stunned silent.

"What? I wasn't always just a pretty face, you know?" Then she walked away.

Now alone in the elevator, Chrissi fished up her phone to look at security camera footage of what had happened earlier that night in the arcade and the cafeteria.

Oh, what happened? Simply one of the greatest hosts to ever grace this show, Skylar, had invaded her set, attacked half of her contestants, then left. She was apparently chasing some rogue creations of hers or something, Chrissi didn't care much, her focus was entirely on this season, as it should be.

Ah, Skylar... what a woman, a beautiful and sexy blond with a unique sense of style, a perfect track record of successful programs she hosted, and apparently some very good combat prowess. She had effortlessly dealt with Chrissi's girls using her magic. "Ah... wish she had stepped on me instead."

[Said security footage, for those interested in seeing it: The Book of Air Go check out Roar of The Winning Punch and his stories if you haven’t already, the guy is awesome]

The elevator doors dinged. It deposited her back into the crowded halls of her domain.

"Right, focus now." As awesome as it had been to see her idol in action on her doorstep, she still had obligations as a host, and minimizing outside interference was one of those. That's why she spent so long developing that file, so she could broadcast it as subliminal sound waves, making her contestants forget everything that happened that night after a certain point, yet don't ever feel weird about this or question it. That last part was the most difficult one. It had taken most of her developing time.

Chrissi absentmindedly adjusted her tiara, almost making sure it was still there. She remembered some of the hosting acts and tricks she had tried to learn prior to wearing it. They had felt almost impossible.

It felt like a lifetime ago, but she still remembered it, her days as Jack's stage assistant in Bimbo or Billionaire. Dumbed down as low as she could possibly go, wearing skimpy outfits that were mostly just glorified bathing suits, all to show her body that had been bimbofied to perfection.

She'd started as a gimmick. The worst contestant that program had ever received, had her body and mind modified a total of 10 times, that was more than most people ever get in Harem Hotel. By the time they were done with her, she doubted she would've been able to function in society.

But by that time she had become an audience favorite, liked both by people who pitied a poor thing as well as the perverts who couldn't have enough of her body on display. So Jack, ever the cunning bastard that he was, chased a golden opportunity to boost his views and offered her a deal. For the life of her, Chrissi couldn't remember what she got out of that deal, but she remembers very well what she gave up: a lifetime of service to Jack.

Right now, knowing what she knows, she couldn't think Jack expected to keep her for more than a couple episodes, maybe a season or two, a useless bimbo who's there to look pretty and mess up everything else. Well, she couldn't say she did much more than that, but the audience just... ate. That. Up. Jack's views skyrocketed more than he could ever predict, and he was suddenly sitting on a gold mine.

For countless seasons she was there by his side, looking pretty, bouncing her boobs, shaking her ass, and occasionally messing things up. For countless seasons, for countless years and countless lifetimes she served with a perky attitude and a dumb smile. But novelty wears off. The audience had grown used to her. That's when a new contestant just so happened to gain a transformation that turned her into the perfect sexy stage assistant, Jack's golden eye for opportunity stroke again. Chrissi couldn’t recall much about the girl nowadays, but she did remember some chatter in the hosts' circles saying she bore some remarkable similarities with Leah’s producer.

Back then, Chrissi's brain couldn't understand much, but she could identify danger, especially coming from a powerful man. She had wasted no time, when a Harem Hotel host visited their set one day, she did the possible and the impossible to please the man, and just like that, he took her in as his pet. The months after that were... a lot. Taken to countless sets and worlds, she somehow seduced person after person, sometimes other hosts, sometimes just PAs and assistants, she was passed around like a cute pet. By some miracle, after all of that, Chrissi had managed to land a hosting gig. In exchange for her whole existence. Again. God, she couldn't believe how dumb she used to be.

At the end of the day this wasn't much different for the other hosts watching her, it was a pet performing another trick.

"What would a season performed by a former human look like? She's so cute!" "A season made by a perfect bimbo? That's gonna be a train wreck, but at least a popular one." "Man, can't believe she fucked me for a spot in our content grid. She was gonna get one anyway if she waited, dumb bitch."

She was gonna show them. She blew it out of the water once, she could do it again, she was sure of it.

No tonight though. Chrissi had just reached her bedroom doors and it was just as organized and furnished as she had left it, which was to say not at all. The host flopped onto her bed and threw her tiara to the other side of it, collapsing from exhaustion almost immediately.

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Author’s note: Like I said in the other chapter, we at Harem Hotel have started a fan discord where you can hang out and talk with us authors. Hope to see you there!

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