David didn't come here Alone...

Before David could ask, the spotlights began roving the empty stalls once more. But they werent empty. There was a figure in the stands, watching with the same slackjawed and glassy-eyed stare the contestants had held when Motley **** their introduction. David's eyes widened in horror as, one by one, the spotlights converged on the unpleasantly familiar figure of Frank.

"For some variety, let's get a Man into this Harem! Don't worry sir, there's no guarentee they'll stay that way! But for now, he's still recognizable as your oldest friend. Ladies and Gentlemen, for the last time tonight, please welcome to the ring the man our Ringmaster came with tonight... Frank O'Donald!"

David looked on in horror as his friend shambled, zombie-like, from the stands and into the ring. Motley let the trance drop. "Wha- Dave? The fuck is this? Why are you-" Motley snapped their gloved fingers and the trance swallowed his next words.

"Motley, what the fuck? It's Bad enough you're dragging all these women in to try to fuck me, but bloody hell at least they're into guys!" there was a pause as David felt a creeping dread. "They are all into men, right Motley?"

"I assure you sir, none of your contestants are Lesbians. While some of them may not be attracted to you at present, I am not so cruel as to **** people to act against their sexuality." this drew booing from the unseen crowds.

"Why are they booing? What kind of fucked up show is this?"

"Why Ringmaster, this is HAREM HOTEL! You and your harem are going to be twisted and warped up however the audience sees fit, and well... They have some truly diabolical tastes. Some of the more popular hosts take delight in setting up harems filled with contestants that will be utterly broken by the time the game is done. Lesbians **** to submit to men, Gay men turned into whimpering sex toys for diabolical mistresses, I even saw one season where the host took great pains to ensure that every contestant started with a direct aversion to their prospective master, only to land them with compulsions that broke them into needing him. Count yourself lucky that there are some lines even I will not cross... even if my ratings suffer for it. In any case, lets have one last introduction before we cut to the break"

In the depths of his trance Frank spoke. "I'm Frank O'Donald and I'm 28. I've known the Master for 8 years. I work as a bouncer, and pick up gigs as a personal trainer. I've had a few girlfriends in the past few years, but none of them worked out long term, so right now I'm single. I came out with the Master tonight after a few pints, but prior to that I hadn't heard from him for 6 months. I missed him." That last part didn't break the monotone, but Dave almost felt the sadness behind the words.

"Well folks, we have our Ringmaster, we have our Acts... We're going to take a brief Intermission, so go grab some popcorn and stretch your legs... because when we come back, each of them will feel the power of the First Transformations, and you won't want to miss a moment!" The crowd went wild, and Motley held their pose until the cheers fade and dissipated, then sagged and slowly turned to face the contestants in the ring. "Okay, they're gone. We have a little time while they run the Ads, before the cameras are rolling again. Lets Talk."