Sophia's Interview - (Mossy)

"Did you go find the next contestant in another dimension?”

"It may be surprising, but I complied with all the selection conditions."

5 hours of waiting... Little Miss was already fed up after an hour, but waiting 5 hours... She had used a few tricks, a few illusions, a bit of manipulation and a touch of distortion to set up her trap. That was the most fun part, but waiting was not her strong point at all.

She had all the necessary information. Height, weight, age, name of her target and above all, an interesting detail, her appearance. Long, naturally pink hair. She had thought it would be all the easier. Her prey would notice her own pink hair, she would be intrigued, she would come to chat and the deal would be in the bag. Except that there was another element to take into account.

If Little Miss could easily see her target wandering the aisles of the biggest video game convention of the year for several hours. The latter, lost among the wolf-men, the cat-women, the squirrel hybrids, the cosplayers, the streamers, the takoyaki sellers and other parasites, had not noticed her at all!

The assistant could have left her stand, grabbed her prey and taken her away by ****, but on the one hand it was leaving her stand unattended, on the other hand it was forcing her target's hand. And above all, one thing Little Miss couldn't stand, it would have gone against the scenario she had decided. So she found herself there, her head resting in her hand, bored.

"Hmm excuse me?"

Little Miss had jumped, tipped over in her chair, and taken with her a Bubble Tea that she had taken the trouble to teleport to her from the stand that sold them for $10 each.

The next second, her visitor had leaned over to try to help her up, being able to easily see the exhibitor's partly transparent white blouse. After a moment of shock and surprise, Little Miss had stood up.

"Excuse me, I didn't expect anyone to stop by my stand at all. Really, absolutely, no one, for hours."

"I see that... But tell me, is this really a stand for Harem Hotel?" Sophia asks.

Little Miss was inwardly gloating, finally she had her target within reach. "Yes of course, do you know it?"

"If I know? I've practically seen all the seasons. I love this show!" The other woman answers excitedly.

"Oh yes? Do you have a particular favorite?" Little Miss took the opportunity to resume her position as if she was really holding a stand.

"Well... if I had to choose, I'd say Sylvia's..." She then leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, with a wink. “... even if we know the twist of this story.”

“Of course,” the exhibitor replied with the same wink. “It’s one of our best seasons, a very big success. If you want I have some goodies from this season.”

"Goodies?"

"Yes, it's my job after all. I'm here to publicize the show and sell derivative products.... Even if there aren't many people who are interested in it unfortunately." Little Miss explains.

"Really? I would have thought it would be more successful. It seems to me that it's very well known." Sophia states, slightly confused.

In fact, the barrier Little Miss had put up had already repelled two dozen visitors per hour. But she had no time to waste on that.

"Yeah. I guess a video game convention isn't the best place to talk about a reality TV show. But I wasn't really given a choice. And it's not like I can **** people to find out about it." Little Miss lingers for a moment of silence, her gaze slightly lowered, her expression depressed.

"I...maybe could help you? I'm a streamer." Little Miss had raised her head, interested. "Well, I don't have the biggest community, but I could do a live tonight and talk about your stand?"

“Would you do that? But… I don’t have the money to sponsor an ad on a stream.”

“Don’t worry about that, I do it for free and I shoot it naturally, people won’t notice anything.”

“You really would?” The exhibitor then shows her most enthusiastic smile. "Oh that would be great! If it could attract a few people that would already be an excellent thing with regard to my hierarchy. You would save me."

"It's not much and I can't promise it'll work."

"Still, it would be really nice of you, how could I thank you? A free goodie? No, I can't... I'm not allowed to offer them."

“No need to offer me anything, I do it willingly.”

"I insist, I'm sure I can find something..." Little Miss then puts down her trap card, hiding behind a friendly face the bait she had been holding out for hours. "I have... I may have something. But it's top secret, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone about it."

"Oh? Um... okay."

"Actually, I'm not just here to sell goodies. I'm also here to find contestants..."

The door opens to a small room. In the center, a table and two luxurious chairs facing each other.

"Ah, you arrived just in time. It's perfect" Of course the streamer arrives just in time. When the assistant takes care of bringing the contestants whenever and wherever she wants. However, this one seems a little surprised to be there.

Sophia seems to snap to attention with a little jump as she finds herself in a new setting. "wha? Where am I?"

"Where? Well, to your interview of course. Come in, take a seat. Do you want some coffee? Some tea? Maybe some hot chocolate?" Little Miss moves away from the door frame and with a gesture invites her to come forward. "Maybe roasted marshmallows?" Then in a lower tone. "Wait... why did I say that?"

"Oh! Right" Sophia let's out a small nervous chuckle before moving to the seat. "Tea would be great."

Little Miss thinks about what she just said for a moment, then regains her warm smile. "Good. I'm glad you're not trying to run away or ask too many unnecessary questions. I'm sure we'll have a great time together."

The assistant waves her hand and sits down as a cup of English Breakfast Tea appears on the table. "How are you feeling? I guess being interviewed in front of audiences from multiple universes must be a bit stressful. Don't hesitate to say so if something doesn't feel right for you."

"Wait what?" Sophia exclaims.

Little Miss seems absent for a moment, then refocuses. "Excuse me, some discussions with the staff. Don't worry, everything is fine." She takes out a notepad and a pen from her back. "So, first, could you introduce yourself? Your name, your age, where you live, et cetera. Anything that could help our viewers get to know you better. Your Bras size for example."

"Wait wait wait! This is being broadcast?" Sophia asks as she tilts her head, confused.

"hmm? Yes of course. It's Harem Hotel, we're not going to do interviews just for fun." Little Miss answers matter-of-factly.

"I see."

"Now, if you could answer my questions ? I wouldn't want to **** you, you know."

"Well that's ok then! I've done small Q&As before" Sophia answers before clearing her throat. "Well hi everyone" She smiles and waves to the big mirror. "It's great to be here, my name is Sophia Nafari. I am 20 years old, and I live alone in the UK" She says, finishing with a wink.

"And your bra size?" Little Miss shakes her head, visibly perturbed by something.

"Bra size?"

Little Miss stares at her interlocutor. Obviously waiting for an answer. "Yes. We have a few questions we want you to answer. Bra size, favorite color. Answer simply and quickly and then you will meet your master."

"Oh, hum, ok." Sophia was more than a little thrown off by the questions. "28C and blue."

"Good. I see on your registration form that you are a streamer named PinkWolf, is that right ? How many subscribers do you have ? Do you think they are watching your interview right now ?"

"That is correct, only in the 10,000's and no idea."

"Well, I can say you've gained a few more followers. They seem surprised and happy to see you there. What do you think ? Do you want to tell them something ?"

"Only that I'm gonna win this whole show~" Sophia answers in a sing-song voice.

"That's the spirit," The assistant said with a broad smile. "And Harem Hotel is happy to remind your viewers that from now on, you will be broadcast 24/7 on your streaming channel. And of course, all donations will be sent to your Master's account at the end of the show. It's really a good start for you to provide such a reliable source of income, don't you think? I'm sure you'll be even more motivated to give your best, thanks to this."

"Aww how sweet of them, I'll be sure to give them a good show every round."

Little Miss wink to the camera and a donation goal appears for the viewers. "Perfect. And do you have a family, friends ? If so, what would they think if they saw you here ?"

"Of course I do, and they probably would think it very weird, but let's not worry about that."

"Why not worry about that ?"

"Not important."

Like a journalist who smells a juicy piece of information. Little Miss reveals a slightly more predatory smile. "Why isn't it important... to tell us the color of your panties?"... She remains motionless, wondering if she really said what she said...

Sophia giggles at the question. "Well I think due to the nature of the show they'll probably spend more time off than on."

The interviewer shakes her head. She wonders why she asks these stupid questions. But she can't help but ask them and now that she's trying to get back to her previous topic, she can't help but wonder about the color of her guest's panties. "Haha, yes, of course. And I'm sure our viewers will enjoy every moment you're not wearing them." She turns to the mirror for a moment, in case her host wants to add a question.

"Any other questions?" Sophia asks after a beat.

Little Miss turns back towards her. “Sure, I just got a question for you. Do you like cows ?”

"Cows? Like the animal? They're... umm... ok?"

"It seems our viewers want to know what you think of cowgirls in particular. Hybrids, not girls who work with cows on a ranch."

"Oh I see, they're fun and cute."

“Another question from our viewers. Would you rather have a fox or a squirrel as a pet?”

Sophia blinks at her. "Strange question."

"You know we broadcast across the multiverse. It seems like we have some viewers with very specific, silly, stupid, unimportant questions, but I had **** but to ask them. Now could you please answer? "

"Foxes would be adorable pets."

Little Miss smiles at her. "I think so too. And now our last question, I promise it will be less strange. If you could choose your master, what would you like him to be ?"

"Hmm, probably someone very into the idea, the **** master is a nice novelty but detracts from the overall enjoyment. Also wouldn't mind a her for a master." Sophia answers after a bit of thinking.

"Very well. We'll see if he or she will suit your taste. Thank you for your answers and I wish you a pleasant stay during this season of Harem Hotel, They Asked For It Edition!"

The show changes to a broadcast of the castle, where the draconic host is standing with Little Miss by her side. "... What were those questions that came up during the interview ? Did you modify my questionnaire ?"

"Hmmm? Modify your questions? Why would I do that?" The towering dragon woman asks innocently.

"Because it looks like something you'd have fun doing..."

"Go to the next interview and see how those questions look. Maybe the streamers' audience is messing with things."

Little Miss sighs. “I have a feeling it’s going to be awful…”