Omar Amir, 24, Might Be Slightly Deceased

Cam was many things: patient, a visionary beyond repute, a compassionate Host, but most importantly, he was very much out of his depth.

"Oh, hello, for those of you returning after the 'incident' of my first foray into Hosting, welcome back. For those of you who have never met me, also hello. We'll be getting started in just a few minutes, but I wanted to take the time to apologize to my most loyal fans." The small angelic creature started, pulling an even smaller ukulele from somewhere.

"I know there were, and still are, lots of questions about my previous season of Harem Hotel, so I'll jump right to the chase. It wasn't cancelled, more, placed in liminus, for the time being, shelved for a later date, to be revisited after I've completed 'training'. Let's all be honest with each other, it was a bit much, too much some would say. 9 contestants, a sprawling village, not a villa, the entire paying to get to new locations, not to mentions what should have been my first clue, the fact that I had to pass a lot of my duties off to my 4 assistants/ children." Cam explained, lightly strumming the strings that produced a sound not unlike a harpsichord.

"So much in fact, that the producers thought it best that they become a more 'permanent' fixture of the Harem Hotel brand as Hosts and assistants, which feels very unfair because I put in a lot of work to get to that point and now, I've been... replaced. That's right, after just three days of work, I managed to lose; my home, my kids, and my job." Cam lamented as he paused his strumming.

"But like I said, it was all a bit too much, especially for my first time, but thankfully the producers enjoyed the suffering of their employees, so I've been given a nice simple job Hosting a nice simple season here on this unused location that was just gathering dust, just like me. And if this doesn't work out, there won't be in re-dos, no second chances, unlike our contestants this season, I'll be joining this lovely cello." Cam said, tossing the instrument over his shoulder as a bright fire erupted behind him.

Reaching up, he grabbed hold of a gnarled chain that he used to heave himself up, while also letting a loud whistle echo in the space. He grabbed hold of the halo over his head, giving it a soft twist to the side as a captain's hat replaced it.

"Oh yes, I forgot my tagline... hm hm, come take a ride of the Harem Hotel Express!"

"Um, who are you talking to?" A young man's voice said as the cameras turned around to reveal the chosen Master.

"Oh, don't you worry about it, my adorable little meal ticket, I'll explain everything, just as soon as we pick up our other passengers, and look, here comes one now."