Introductions (non-canon)

Ben wakes up, his body warmed by the fire in front of him. Which given the fact that he was just in his car, he quickly opens his eyes to see that he is now not sitting in his car, but sitting in front of some roaring fire in a large, cavernous room. His hands go to his sides, his legs, wondering if this is some sort of dream, if he'd nodded off while driving, and soon wouldn't even have the capacity to dream as the guard rail met his car. He's still wearing his ski jacket, his ski pants with layers, all in black, no blood splatters or some other sign of trouble. It even feels like he just came from his car, the material still cool where the heater didn't blow.

"Welcome to the Harem Hotel." A woman walks from the other side of the fire pit, wearing some traditional Japanese garment. She holds a microphone, which she soon shoves into his face, despite no obvious camera to look into, or any other hint he is on a show. She speaks with a presenter's energy though, as she gleefully talks. "It's a pleasure to meet you, why don't you introduce yourself, and all of the relevant details."

Part of Ben's mind wants to ask all of the questions. Who is she, where are they, why is she acting like she's on some tv show. But the words flow from his mouth, as though reading from a script.

"I am Ben Weathers, 24, a new hire at my company. I'm a fit man, a man who knows how to take care of himself. I have an eight inch cock when fully erect."

Ben is filled with confusion. All of that was true. His full head of black hair and groomed beard were not mentioned, but his body, fit from a daily visit to the gym was, and yes, that was the size of his cock. But why did he mention that? Why did he mention any of that to this stranger?

Yuki without missing a beat, interjects. "Ah yes, a wonderful specimen of man. Now, are you currently in a relationship? A good man like you surely has some girl interested in him."

Ben answers immediately, growing increasingly scared inside. "No, I broke up with my previous girlfriend when she tried to get me to move with her across the country for her Master's program. I've been single for 9 months, haven't had time to find someone else."

Yuki playfully scolds him, "Well you clearly had time to hit the gym. You had time, you just didn't use it well." She turns, beginning to move away from him, only for him to grab her arm. A motion he regrets, as instead of the warmth of the fire, or the warmth of skin, he feels only the icy feeling of grabbing an ice covered surface. Her hand is cold, as cold as the outside air, as grabbing a railing that has ice crystals hanging from it. Still, he talks, asking the question that seems most relevant now. "Who are you? And what do you mean, harem hotel?"

Yuki sighs, her expression showing the slightest hint of displeasure before morphing back into the bouncy expression of a beautiful host like a mask as the pov changes back to her. "I had hoped to wait until all of our contestants were introduced so I could do so once, but I think it'd speed things along if I just introduced myself. I am Yuki, and Harem Hotel is a reality show where you will find yourself building a harem of women from your life, in this case the various managers of the departments of the company you work in. The rules can be found here , in fact, you already know the rules and when each woman is introduced, they too will already know them along with my name." Ben looks dumbfounded, before he leans forward his head in his hands, as he gets a headache. VPs, BPs, challenges, what the fuck...

But the pain is not caught on camera, as Yuki has already moved to the next spot along the fire pit. A spot empty, until a woman appears, also pulled from her car. She has brown hair, b cup breasts a soft ass with a slight heart shape and a slim physique. She is dressed in a blue jacket and jeans with furry boots. She too has an expression of confusion, as Yuki sticks the microphone in her face, and she too responds via script.

"I am Monica Gerring. I am 26, single, and have worked at my job for 6 years. I work in Production, as an assistant manager." "So what do you all produce at Yamatachi Industries?" Without missing a beat, Monica continues, "We produce small runs of various items with our various machining tools. Presses, molds, and lathes generally, but sometimes the client provides needed equipment." "Oh, so a woman who's good with her hands. I'm sure that'll come in handy, pun intended."

Yuki turns the microphone back to herself, "Now, I'm sure you folks at home are wondering, 'Wait, I thought that every girl was supposed to run a department.' Well, Monica here is next in line, and her male boss, who happens to be 66, fully plans on retirement in the next year. So I guess spoiler alert, she'll soon be manager. And in case she finds herself not quite suited to the job, well, we have our ways to GUARANTEE that she still ends up with it."

"Umm, but..." Yuki holds a finger out, and Monica finds that she can't open her mouth any more. Her eyes widen, but Yuki just moves forward to the next girl that has already appeared.

She is blonde, her hair falling down her back as compared to Monica's neck length hair, her breasts are C cup, and her ass appears quite plush. She wears a pink jacket, more fit for the fireside than the slopes, as a low cut white top peaks out from between. Her yoga pants scream that she wants to go into the hotel, and stay there.

Yuki's microphone finds her mouth, and the woman answers a question not asked, but mentally compelled. "I am Ashley Crowley. I am 29 years old, and am in a relationship. I work in sales, and I am in fact Ben's supervisor. Though actually, I've only been in my job for about 3 months, and to seal the deal, I did everything in my power to get here." "Everything?" Yuki smiles, as panic rises in Ashley's eyes. "Wining and dining is part of the business. The hotel room afterward just shows that we are serious about our customer relationship." "Oh, I see. A woman who uses every tool at her disposal, even her own body." Yuki smiles with glee. As Ashley looks down, her hands going to her body, covering up with a new found shame. A shame that doesn't get caught on camera, as it wouldn't bolster her image as the bitch who slept with clients.

The next woman has black hair, but jet black hair, dyed, cut in a way that hides one of her eyes. Her eyeliner and darker lips, that bear a piercing reveal herself to be a goth girl. She has B cup breasts and the largest ass of them all, a solid set of hips beneath. She is sexy, even in the black cold weather clothing she wears.

"I am Callie Newton, 30 years old, single, and I run IT. It's not a big department, mostly just handling op sec and setting up things, but I enjoy it." "Hmm, a sexy girl like you is wasted behind a computer." Callie visibly blushes at this. "Oh, well, I used to be a bit more of a nerd, but I got tired of people looking over me, I got lasik, got fully in shape, and started dressing like girls that I wanted to look like. I'd always had an interest in the goth sub-culture, though I still have some nerdy hobbies, like I play D&D on Saturdays with my roommates from college and I game..."

"ENOUGH." Yuki struggles to regain control, as she forces the girl to be silent. "Our contestant clearly has a story to tell, but we can't spend all of our time with her, especially as we still have some more people to introduce. We're only halfway through after all, and these are the real crown jewels, at least from our producer's notes."

The next woman on the couch has a slightly thicker body, but her D cup breasts and large ass still give her the classic hourglass shape, though much of that is hidden in her brown winter clothing, shabby but functional. Her hair is black and cut into a bob. Her darker skin shows her Latino heritage, and her kind eyes reveal her spirit.

"I am Maricela Cervantes. I am 32, married with a child, and I am head of HR. I married my high school sweetheart, and my child is 12. I... I don't understand why I am here." Yuki beams. "Oh, that's a WONDERFUL question. You see, with our powers, the showrunners have parsed out every one of Ben's fetishes, and found him to be a fantastic candidate for our show, given his rather... eclectic tastes. Tastes that happen to fit each of you. And your kindness and warmth really impressed upon him whenever you dealt with him, and now he almost looks at you like a mother figure." Yuki smiles, as the woman only looks more confused. "And yes, that is a fetish of his." Maricela looks at Ben, who is by now holding his head leaning back, worried that he'll have no dignity at the end of this.

But Yuki doesn't linger, that plotline can develop in time. She stands in front of a woman, her business suit at odds with the rest of the winter clothing. Her red hair is in an updo, flowing out behind her. Her C cup breasts and medium ass are great, but her face is the most beautiful of all of the girls. A face that clearly shows she is pissed.

"I am Emma Oppenheimer, 33 and single, and I am legal counsel to Yua Yamatachi. In that dark place you were keeping us, I looked through the rules and I have to say that in addition to being illegal, I don't even understand why I am here. Everyone else works for Yamatachi Industries, I am an independent legal counsel who works on retainer." Yuki shrugs. "You saw the contract and signed it as legal counsel. You also read the addendum, though you don't remember reading it. So technically, you are included as a part of the business, and when you are done, having a lawyer in house will certainly help grow Ben's empire."

"What contract?! I don't remember signing any waivers or other necessary paperwork. I'll sue you into oblivion, your production company, every thing!" Yuki only smiles, as she pulls a rolled up paper from under her very tight yukata wraps that clearly couldn't hold it. "Read the upper part," she says with a sly smile.

"The undersigned agree to take part in a winter vacation..." Yuki frowns, "No, the upper, upper part." As the audience watches, Emma's eyes don't understand, until she looks above the paper into blank air. "The undersigned agree to have various personnel chosen to participate in Harem Hotel, giving up various legal rights such as the right to bodily sanctity, free will, image rights, merchandising possibilities, sexual consent and other rights as delineated in section XV of this contract. They will compete in various challenges and will be changed based on viewer votes and the wishes of Spiritual Television Enterprises LLC..."

Emma continues reading, but it is like a mute button is pressed as sounds stop passing through her lips. Yuki looks up into the camera, bringing the mic to her lips. This one is the centerpiece after all. "And now, our final contestant. Our show wouldn't be complete without the one, the only, Yua Yamatachi."

Yua is on the couch, sitting next to Ben, the circle complete. She is in a white downy jacket, which hides her D cup breasts and her ass is also big, big enough to be called a full heart shape. Her black hair is up in a bun, her makeup is pristine, and she looks the most worried of all of them, her Japanese features crinkled with worry.

"I am Yua Yamatachi, CEO and full owner of Yamatachi enterprises. I am 36, divorced and single and I have no children." Yuki interrupts her, "Really, 36 and not a single child?" Yua looks at her, a bit angry. "This business is my family's and I was taking my time, alright? And my husband was infertile." Her hands go to her mouth, unsure why she mentioned that. After her hands lower at the behest of some unseen power, she continues. "That's why we divorced actually. I wanted a child to give my company to, and he couldn't provide one. We could've adopted, but I didn't want that."

Yuki smiles. "Well, Ben is certified 100% fertile, so I'm sure he can find an heir. From you or any of these lovely ladies next to you." Yua reacts to this with horror. "What, but it's not his company. I understand you have these rules, but the company is still mine."

Yuki smiles, as she cradles Yua's chin like a child. "Ah yes, you weren't here for that part. The subtitle of this season is Harem Hotel: Corporate Restructuring. And when this show ends, wherever you end up, the company will be his. I GUA-RAN-TEE it." She emphasizes every syllable.

Yuki looks at Yua, playing by a script of her own, though hers was memorized. After the boring matter of exposition, they needed a drama beat and something to invest the audience in. Most of the contestants were under a spell to make it easier to accept things, though Emma had resisted with all her might. All except one.