Probably, but for all the best reasons!

“Yes, I have a genius, evil plan to bring Annette into the fold of our burgeoning harem,” Farah purred as she fell back onto the bed beside me, before molding her body into mine, “What do you know about the fetish of French women?”

“Let’s see... Germans like doing it where they might get caught... Spaniards are dancing fanatics... Ooh, that’s right! French women are fascinated with being cheated on, right?”

Farah’s face beamed with confirmation of my guess. Emboldened, I continued, “If I have it right they get off on just the idea that their man might be fucking someone else, and even more so, if they see it happening they get as hot as a supernova. The bonus is that after you get through their initial objection, they’re more than happy to join in normally.”

“Exactly!” Farah beamed as she somehow snuggled in even closer to me. My hand found its way into her hair, ideally running my fingers through her long dark tresses, “So, for us to get her into our little enterprise, you’re going to have to keep today’s events a secret for a bit.”

“What? I thought you were excited about being my number one girl?”

“Oh, believe me, I am,” Farah purred, “But that is going to have to be between us for a little while. I want you to become Annette’s boyfriend. And then, once she’s fallen for you, you will cheat on her with me. Once we get her fétiche Français cooking, we invite her to join our bed and our harem.”

“That might work,” I couldn’t help but hedge, “but I’ve known Annette since fifth grade. Do you think she’d even be interested?”

As soon as I finished that sentence, I knew there would be a scoff coming, "You've already got one foot in the door. Before I imprinted on you, I was going on a couple fishing expeditions to try and find you a girlfriend. Even without my fetish I thought you were quite a stud, but the whole 'date your roommate' thing seemed like a potential landmine if it fell apart on us. Instead, I was trying to find a girl that I liked, that you would like. And I was trying to avoid Belgians and Vietnamese because grunge and urine fetishes seemed like they'd be a problem for me. Though now..." Farah trailed off.

I decided it might not be the right time to go down that particular path, "Let's cross those particular bridges when we get to them."

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Farah continued, "Right, thanks. So, in my, let's call it 'research', I picked out a couple of great options, but Annette was actually my top choice. First, she's gorgeous, even more so thanks to her French accent. Second, as I said, you've been friends with her for a long time, and I get along great with her. Third, based off how she is always asking about you, and if you are seeing anyone, it's pretty clear that you are as oblivious about her feelings for you as you were about mine. And... well, I figured that because she was French, if something were to happen between you and I while you were dating, she'd be more than okay with it."

"Okay."

"Just like that?"

"Yes. You've clearly thought about this a lot, and I agree with everything you said. Plus, this harem is as much for you as it is for me. I trust you've done your homework... So, yeah. Okay. Annette and I have a study session tomorrow to prep for our international law final. Do you think inviting her up for a drink afterwards would be a good first move?"

"I think that will work very well, my dear. Just make sure you've got some good French wine."