Martin Blanc, late thirties Ghost Writer

Black curtains part and the camera pans slowly upwards. Fist revealing bright red stilettos then strong, smooth calves. Supple hips contained in the tightest of red leather skirts fill the screen, then the pointed tips of front of a conductor’s tailcoat. The black silk lapels flank a pair of monumental breasts, barely contained by a white halter vest. The image lingers for a time on a perfect swell of cleavage before continuing its journey up her neck.

A red bowtie, then lips painted to match, curled in a wicked grin.

Eyes of luminous green are revealed. They’re unnatural, vicious, hungry.

The scene widens to show the full glory of the host, dressed to impress, her tailcoat outfit completed by a miniature top hat perched at a jaunty angle on her ruby red bob of hair. She stands alone on an empty stage.

“Good evening and welcome, our loyal fans, to another season of Harem Hotel,” she almost sings as an unseen orchestra bursts into life. “I am your humble host, Titania.” She bows deeply, serving the camera with a view of the valley between her breasts. “The more observant among you may have noticed a distinct lack of chairs on the stage with me. Well, that’s because we’re going to be doing something a smidge different this season. So often, our contestants spend half their time fighting the host and the system. We thought it might be fun if they were a little more focused on themselves and each other. This time around, the contestants won’t know they’re on the show.”

“We’ve created the hotel as an exclusive, all inclusive, tropical resort.” Scenes start playing across the screen of the many bars, restaurants, pools, beaches, clubs, and spas. At each, the host is playing the part of a guest: drinking, dancing, sunbathing, and otherwise enjoying the wonders of the hotel.

“All the finest amenities untold cosmic power can conjure.”

The scenes start to include her riding water slides and roller coasters, flogging a woman strapped to a table in a well-appointed sex dungeon, and surfing.

“With excursions to visit and explore local wonders.”

Arial shots of Titania ziplining through a rainforest, shopping in a bustling market, climbing a volcano, and skiing on a glacier.

Back on the empty stage, she continues to explain. “All of our carefully selected contestants believe they have won a contest. There was campaign by a local travel agency with two hundred winners to promote the grand opening of this beautiful resort.”

Scenes of people bursting with excitement as they open their mail to discover pairs of tickets flash across the screen.

“Of course, most of them are going to a ‘real’ resort. Only our lucky few will be coming here. Every other person on the island, from the cleaning staff to newlywed couples on their honeymoon, are fairies in disguise. They’re more than just set dressing, though, they’ll be conspiring to bring our harem together, or helping to tear them down to their constituent parts so we can rebuild them however we like, whichever makes for better television.” Titania gives a malicious wink to the camera.

“Not to worry, we’ll have all the dates, competitions, votes, and transformations, our contestants just won’t know it’s happening. At least not to start, anyway.”

“So, what do you say? Ready to meet our players?”