Felix(18), a highschool student beaten down by life

Vizrokoth was so close to realizing her vision for her breakout season for Harem Hotel, and ensuring that the Producers would want to keep her around for a nice, long time. She had just about convinced the network to allow her particular vision for this first season. The only remaining obstacle was the questions from a scared, pitiful manager working his way up the corporate ladder, a process that took literal centuries.

Well, that, and getting through the process for it in this manager's office. His office was dominated by mahogany, comfortable but well worn furniture, a giant rug, and paperwork strewn all over the place. The trash was stuffed to the brim with rejected proposals and disposable coffee cups. While this office was once held by someone confident, given its rejection of more modernist design, it was now occupied by a man consumed by anxiety over the fragility of his position in the network hierarchy. Vizrokoth had dealt with entities far more dangerous than this manager, and considered him so little of a challenge that she didn't even bother to learn his name.

"Do you know what you're asking for?" The scared manager asked her. On the basis of the bureaucracy, it didn't make sense for the manager to be scared of her. While he was relatively low on the totem pole, he still had the power to approve or reject her new season. So why couldn't he summon up much courage with this demon in the room?

"Yes, I do." Vizrokoth replied. "I'm asking for a few easy alterations to an age old formula."

"A formula that has made us one of the most successful shows in the multiverse!" The manager replied. "One that-"

"Has been altered many times, and will be altered again in the future." Vizrokoth said, tapping one of the arms of her chair. "After all, the core premise is a combination of two excellent seasons. Unless you're going to claim Bros to Hoes and Harem Hotel: Payback Edition weren't amazing for the network?*"

It was then the manager was reminded that Vizrokoth was a 7 foot tall demon, with fire red skin, silver hair, and burning eyes. He only just managed to avoid pissing himself in terror at the sight, and Vizrokoth hadn't even done anything that had made her famous in the depths of a hell that wasn't even in this dimension. That all Vizrokoth was wearing was a robe did nothing to help, for it was rumored her standard mode of dress was nothing, and yet she still managed to slice the heads off many demons.

The manager looked down at his prepared notes to escape Vizrokoth's gaze. "There were questions about this radical new location." The manager said.

Vizrokoth took the chance to lean back into her seat, her point to the manager made.

The manager continued to search through the mountain of paperwork on his desk before getting to the primary notes. "A research facility inside of a military bunker?"

"Harem Hotel is no stranger to themed locations." Vizrokoth's reply started dismissive, but switched to a louder, more excited tone. "Besides, it's expansive, with a massive pool, a beautiful hydroponics garden, an amazing all you can eat buffet, and bedrooms sure to satisfy any needs. Especially those of the carnal variety."

"But... why a dark, claustrophobic bunker linking all of that together?" The manager asked, on the verge of crying tears of either terror, or frustration.

Vizrokoth snapped her fingers, and a gigantic binder appeared full of notes fell into her hand. She flipped to a bookmark named, "Contestants", and took out several organized notes for the manager. Vizrokoth had done this many times before, to the point where it had become rehearsed, each movement meant to signal how she was prepared and well studied. Many of those she done this ritual for before were higher in the corporate hierarchy than this particular manager. Still, like any bureaucracy, Vizrokoth would have to go through the same routine once again.

"Many of the members, including the all important master, are gamers." Vizrokoth replied. "They will feel right at home, as if they had been playing a cherished game from their childhood. You should know how powerful nostalgia is for helping people settle in, right?"

The manager did a look through Vizrokoth's prepared notes. She gave him credit for not just doing a cursory glance, as it showed someone who did more than just **** their position for personal gain.

He turned to another page on his clipboard. "How about encouraging the harem to be protective of their new master through simulated danger?"

"The key word there is simulated, as the master is never in any real danger." Vizrokoth grinned revealing her many teeth. "Emotions like fear, and others relating to tension from danger, can generate sexual tension and other useful emotions."

Vizrokoth's gaze never left the manager's face, no matter how much he wished it would. She managed to both listen for anything he said, and study his actions like a predator, but also game out every step she would take with her contestants. It didn't matter that this show would star mere humans at the beginning, or that this manager posed no physical threat to her. Vizrokoth hadn't climbed her way out of hell by ever underestimating an opponent. Any pride that could've prevented her from doing that had been ruthlessly ground down under the constant fighting, cheating, and politics of the hell she had managed to climb out of.

The manager continued looking through his clipboard, and then stopped to whine again. "You're allowing them to trick the Master, touch him without his permission, or even over rule him in conversation without VP penalties?"

"Only if they encourage sex to happen, or for the Master to embody his role." Vizrokoth leaned in to be closer to the manager again and whispered in a tone that she had once used to seduce angels. "Sometimes even a sub needs to be bossy, and a servant must do what's best for their master, even if their master doesn't know it."

Surely enough, even with all the terror, and frustration at her wanting to alter the rules, the manager got a massive hard on. The manager stopped, and seemed to panic from this reaction, flustered by Vizrokoth's power over him. Besides his painfully hard erection, the manager was now dripping with sweat from the intensity of Vizrokoth presence. All of this with just a change in tone and a bit of focus on her part.

The manager re-organized his paperwork again, something he did whenever nervous or when looking to stall a conversation to become collected again. But eventually, he took out another sheet and yelled in a way meant to try to assert some kind of authority. "Alright, final questions!"

But then the man stopped, doing a double take, and read the note again. "The master's clothing will be restricted?"

"Yes." Vizrokoth answered, and despite the pleading in the eyes from the man across from her, refused to elaborate.

"But... that goes against him being the master!" The manager yelled, his voice full of incredulity. Paperwork went everywhere as the man stood up from his chair, wondering how this woman, even if she was a demon, had gotten this far.

"The master is a very specific role." Vizrokoth said while standing up herself. "This set of rules pushes whoever is chosen for that role into it."

Vizrokoth walked around the manager's desk, and got into the poor man's personal space. "I know a lot about wielding power, and I can tell you from my many centuries of experience that it often requires one to step into the needs of a role, regardless of whether it is comfortable for them."

Vizrokoth reached up, and with a slight murmur under her breath, opened a tiny portal to another dimension. She pulled out a scroll. "Do you know how I got so many people to grant me their mind, body, and soul?"

She laid out the scroll in front of the manager. He carefully read through it, his eyes going wide several times upon realizing not only how many names she collected, but also how powerful many of those people were. The manager realized, the further he read the names, the description of who they were in life, and the signature of the fool signing over everything to Vizrokoth, who he was dealing with. The man had heard about her many exploits before, but this showed evidence of her ability to persuade, not just overpower.

"You did this?" He asked. "Through getting naked?"

"I did it through stoking desire, and if you let me do the show my way, I can make the members desire the master the same way." Vizrokoth took the scroll back. "And that will make some unforgettable television."

The manager sighed, and nodded. "Alright, do you agree to the show's length, and other restrictions?"

"36 days, and a competition once a week, will do nicely." Vizrokoth got out of the man's personal space and returned to the seat in front of his desk. "And I promise you that seven contestants are well within my capabilities."

The manager nodded and finally let his notes rest. "Do know that the network can-"

"Make me suffer?" Vizrokoth scoffed. "I was born in the depths of hell and had to escape multiple times. I'm rather familiar with the consequences of failure."

The manager nodded again. Vizrokoth took the time to gather up all her notes and other things, while still staring at the man. He finally got the message, took out a stamp from seemingly nowhere, and delivered final approval for her show. She smiled, for one scheme had come to an end, and it was time for another to begin.

The demon made her way to the door, ducking to leave yet another room too short of her.

"I must ask, why do you want this job?" The manager asked. "You seem so powerful already?"

"You should know the joy of corruption and transformation never gets old."

*(Neither branch has wrapped as of the time of this chapter, and I haven't even finished everything published as of the time of this chapter, but I'm assuming in universe that both were highly successful seasons that makes referencing either in a show pitch a positive to the Producers. They're certainly written well enough to qualify I think)

Author note: (Hey guys! Definitely comment any thoughts you have, and I hope this was intriguing. I recently came to like Harem Hotel a lot, and so decided to throw my hat into the ring with a branch of my own)