Challenge #3 Fan Mail Part One

NOTE: The fan mail contains some spoilers for Exarch's Nick Reynold's season. If you are not up to at least chapter 220 there be warned and read it first, it's excellent.

Shar hadn't been in her office so Evelyn carried the stack of letters over to her bedroom. The sorting had been rather easy, she held the largest stack in her hand now. Plus the one anomaly. She'd even gotten a letter herself which she tucked between her breasts until later.

She really should put them back to normal size already.

Approaching Shar's bedroom door she knocked. If the redhead wasn't here she didn't know where to look next.

"Come in dear." She heard, and had already opened the door before it registered that had not been Shar's voice.

Standing before her was a tall woman of about Laura's height. She had very long blue hair and pale blue skin. She was also very much naked.

Evelyn tried not to stare at her large very much on display breasts and kept her gaze on the woman's piercing green eyes instead. Mostly.

"Who?" She started to ask then noticed that Shar was lying in the big black wood four poster bed. And she looked horribly burned.

Ignoring the pale woman in shock Evelyn rushed to Shar's side and gasped. The tall woman's eyes had been burned out! "Shar!" Evelyn near screamed.

The pale woman in the bed grimaced. "If you could perhaps keep your voice down Evelyn." She rasped out through her damaged throat. "That would be most appreciated."

The pale woman Tsk'ed at Shar. "Your throat is not going to get better if you keep straining it."

"Plenty of time to rest later, business needs taken care of first. Speaking of, Evelyn this is Nimue."

The green haired woman looked back at the other, eyes wide in shock. "The Lady of the Lake?"

"Or a reasonable facsimile thereof apparently." Musical laughter filled the room. "I will be running todays challenge so Sharron can rest and you will be assisting me." She turned on the redhead. "And you can talk without straining your throat worse."

Fine. The mail Evelynn?

The elven woman shuddered at Shar's direct mental contact. "I have everything sorted." She held up the stack, realizing too late Shar wouldn't be able to see them. Then jumped in shock when she held out a hand for them anyways.

I can use other people's eyes when I must. Shar explained.

"Um, yes." Evelynn handed over Shar's stack of mail. "There is also one that was addressed to a Tonya, only we don't have a contestant by that name."

Shar raised an eyebrow over one empty socket causing Evelynn to flinch. Mail for Tonya? Interesting. I'll take that as well.

After Evelynn had handed over the last envelope Nimue herded her through the door, closing it behind her. "Lets get the rest to the others, everyone should be at breakfast by now, no?" The green haired woman nodded still in shock. A legendary elemental spirit! And she was staring at her naked ass.

She slapped a hand over her face. "Um, the rest of the mail. My office. Uh, follow me."

Shar sighed, hearing them go, then brought the focus on her self with a pained gesture showing her and the blonde figure lying next to her. after clearing her throat with a cough she began. "Welcome viewers. I'm sure thanks to my Producer you are well aware of my predicament. Worry not, I will heal in time. Now on to what you're really here for. The fan mail!" Shar coughed for a bit after putting to much effort into the last. "Pardon me."

Shar reached over, and with a smile to the other woman, turned her head slightly to get a better view of the letters she held.

"Dearest Sharron,

I do hope this letter finds you well. Your bittersweet pursuit of the memory of the Lady of the Lake pulls earnestly at the heartstrings of those who, too, have loved and lost. May you find joy and satisfaction in spoiling your long-lost kin, small blessing in comparison it may be.

It has not gone unnoticed to us, your pining for Dakota's siren and your guilt thereabout. Be at peace. It is a human affectation, a human folly to see one's loved one represented in others and, as an immortal, surely you recognize the importance of holding on to your humanities.

Good fortune to you in your endeavors and may you one day find your Caerleon

Sincerely, Uther Paendrag"

"Thank you for your well wishes Uther, Dakota's siren has found love, and I have found mine once more."

Shar set that letter aside and opened the next with a smile.

"Dear Shar,

I would like to start of this letter by saying that I think you are doing a great job as host of your season and that it is very enjoyable so far. You may over coddle the harem on occasion but I think it's working well for you. I had heard many stories from other hosts growing up about you and I must say after seeing you on your show that most of them are completely ridiculous. Keep up your great work with Harem Hotel: Breast edition.

Fellow host and fan,

Sally

P.S. Good luck with your "secret" mission"

"Thank you Sally. Laura would say she's not obsessed with large breasts, but we both know differently. As for my not so secret mission, I have no regrets."

Setting that with the first, she then opened the next.

"Good evening. Shar, is it?

My name is Dakota Evans. The host of Harem Hotel: Island Holiday Season? Yes, that’s the one. I’m writing to you in reply to your generous correspondence the other day. I would like to express my deepest gratitude for the advice you included in your letter.

In accordance with your own words, I would like iterate back to you that happiness is indeed possible. Of course, if you consider “happiness” to be hosting a season with a bunch of women who are all basically the same demographic, short on distinguishing characteristics and even shorter on personalities, then perhaps you’ve already obtained it? Perhaps the fact that your eyes are all sclera with no iris or pupil allows you to see things that I cannot.

If so, I hope to one day obtain the same happiness you’ve managed to cultivate for yourself, and look forward to any advice you might have on how to accomplish this. Whatever feedback you can provide on how to turn my cast of dynamic and unique individuals that have captured the love of viewers from countless dimensions into flat, vapid shells of humanity that can be boiled down to “goth girl 1-through-11” would be most appreciated, if you truly believe this will help me obtain this “happiness” you speak of.

And if you ever speak of my mother again, you will find yourself at the bottom of a very dark hole absent your skin, limbs, and organs yet incapable of ****.

Best wishes, your friend, Dakota Evans."

"Well Dakota seems to have calmed down some since reading our letter. Also we do not currently have eyes. No, I don't think that was going too far. If you say so. Regardless I do hope you do find that happiness Dakota."

"lets see, what's next." Shar opened and unfolded the lengthy letter, then with a sigh she reached out a open hand and waited briefly until a stein appeared the handle within the circle of her fingers. She nodded to the empty air then drained the vessel, handing it back to nothing visible where it disappeared.

"That's better, now to begin. To Shar, from Hardric.

Greetings,

It is a pleasure to get to watch a show where the Host is actually invested in getting a functional Harem out by the end of their season. Although, I certainly have been an ass about this elsewhere, so where do I get to judge?

And also a welcome change to see a season of this that was also addressing the fact that, welp, Harems’ aren’t **** to be one male Master with his female Harem. Curious to know if they did try male homosexual, or a female Mistress with a male Harem when I get to thinking about it.

Maybe a… consequence of your backstory?

Not dead or transformed, gonna see it as a sign I can go on.

Yeeesh, I… am sorry if this is how you learn it, from one Internet Rando, but it would seem production did air your conversation with Tracy, you know the one. And it seems to have given them *ideas*, because… We’ve been having… ‘Prequel specials’ aired. About you. All along the week. I think you can guess about what. I… dunno about how secret it will remain anyways, what with this fanmail moment (pleading guilty about vague details to everyone about something with the level of details used here, but let’s assume I looked at the Internet, and assume someone will be screaming it in their letter).

That… was some F-up thing that happened in this place. A cocktail of everything I can hate about this show. And well, by now the only real unknown left is what happened to the others, something I suspect won’t stay that way for long.

Don’t feel like judging anyone for this, not that anyone in this corner of the multiverse would be in a place to do so mind you (what *kind* of background would you need to be able to do this soundly in the first place?). I… assume you are also doing this season to do right by their families too to some degree. That’s something… good I think, despite the whole way this show is and can be.

Welp, I can only hope you make this work out on your side of things the way the people in this Harem are.

And… That whatever you want out of your existence by now, you get it.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: Salutations to Nimue if… You manage to make this work too.

PPS: Not that it would make me forget this… As low as the odds are for an actual answer, I still have to ask. What kind of link is there between Misty and Nimue? Pattern recognition says she has to be linked to her (not piped a word of this beyond a vague ‘family in prequels specials’ for her, like the other ‘less-informed’ Harem members), no one else left in this shitshow of a past we got to see, and I simply cannot believe to a pick by chance.

Not expecting the actual answer, but still needed to try this.

PPPS: Which made me think… We know where it went and ended specifically for half of you in that season... What about Camilla, Maria and Lucia? I remember mentions of ‘relocated’ and ‘disposed’ from you, but… Where did it end for them still? Did any of them make it back to Earth? Realize it will likely be answered when the others learn of this (still think it is a ‘when’, not an ‘if’)’ and same not expecting an actual answer myself, but still feel the need to ask.

PPPPS: For the sake of levity… Congratulations on becoming a great-great-aunt four times over so far."

Shar coughed to clear her throat again after the effort of reading the lengthy letter.

"A mostly male harem with a female master was tried. In the very first vote they were all turned female, to answer your question. I've no idea if I was in any way to blame. It has come to my attention that my dreams were broadcast yes, thank you for the attempted warning nonetheless. The season was bad, I'd like to think things have gotten better since but I'm sorry to say it's a mixed bag. That's what chasing ratings does to you though. Or just being a monster given the power to indulge in petty cruelty, who knows.

As for the relatives of my fellow victims, I do not know how their lives have become entangled in the fate of my sister's descendants. Some last cruel joke of the Producers for all I know, but I intend to help shape them into a happily functional group now that they are in my charge.

I will give Nimue your regards. Misty's heredity is complicated, let me just say that she is related to Nimue's twin. A direct descendant, more human than not at this point. As for the others I only know they were placed in compatible harems from other seasons. I do not know their fate from there."

Shar laughed, then shifted into another coughing fit. "Laura's children will be a delight, I'm sure."

Putting away her last letter, Shar then opened Tonya's.

"Ah, Hardric again. I should have known. To Tonya, from Hardric.

Greetings.

My thanks to Shar getting you to read this, or reading it to you, I guess.

For what it is worth coming from one Internet Rando long after everything happened. I am sorry for you, and offer my condolences.

Shit that happened to you is… Pretty much everything I fear and hate about Eliminations out of this show.

Wish I could offer more than this. Feels like trying to string up platitudes ringing hollow when your situation is what it is.

Still, at least… That descendent, or rather relative, of yours is doing good for herself here. It has to count for something she gets to have this kind of life I hope.

Not very sure of what more I can add. Dunno if you kept up with music, or something else you might want to talk about.

As unlikely as it is… I *would* wish you to manage to get *any* kind of mobility back, dunno if going back to flesh and blood could even be possible. Dunno about the wish, but, dunno, since they decided to air what happened to you… Hear me, hoping for a bone thrown from the aetheric F-bags running this. Or at least them deciding such a bout of ‘positive drama’ would improve ratings.

Not very much more than I can say about this I guess. Can only wish you get even a shred of satisfaction, or happiness, out of your current situation, and it actually gets to improve in some way.

Keep going,

Hardric."

"She says thank you for your concern, and that she dreams of freedom. She is very glad that Candy is doing well but cannot bear to have her see her this way. As for helping her. One miracle at a time."

Shar released the focus upon her and set the letters aside. Then after wiping the tears from Tonya's face she settled back, closing lids over where her eyes had been and tried to rest.