Sylvana's Interview - (Little Miss)

A few years ago, Paris, France.

The day had been long. She had started at 6am with 4 hours of driving to go to a client, take some samples, then another 4 hours to return to the lab and start the analyses. It was Friday and just to have a good weekend, her boss had given her a 12-hour work day...

Sylvana sighs. "Arriver au travail pendant que les autres déjeunent et partir du boulot pendant qu'ils préparent leurs souper... Et bien sûr, il pleut." ("Arriving at work while the others are having breakfast and leaving work while they are preparing their dinner... and of course, it's raining.")

The young black haired woman finally leaves the lab, closing everything as she leaves and activating the alarm. She opens her umbrella, her phone, and heads towards the subway, her green eyes glued to the small screen.

"Ah, un nouveau chapitre d'Hôtel Harem a été publié. Bien, ça me donnera quelque chose à lire." ("Ah, a new chapter of Harem Hotel has been published. Good, it will give me something to read.") The woman talks to herself, but in the middle of the subway crowd, no one pays attention. People are more focused on the potential pickpockets and beggars. The journey goes smoothly and when she arrives at her stop, she finishes reading.

"A.J. est vraiment la meilleure dans cette histoire, j'adorerai pouvoir la connaître pour de vrai. Et Jake qui est toujours si gentil et essaye de faire plaisir à tout le monde..." (“A.J. is really the best in this story, I would love to be able to really know her. And Jake who is always so nice and tries to please everyone…”) She sighs. "C'est le genre d'histoires que j'aimerai vivre, plutôt que d'être coincée chez moi, au travail ou à dormir." ("These are the kind of stories I would like to live, rather than being stuck between home, work and sleep.")

She arrives at her apartment, a small studio, barely big enough for one person, and is greeted by the meows of Mina, her cat. She takes the time to offer her a few pats before heading to her computer. It is time for her to read the comments and react.

At that moment one of the comments catches her eye :

"Hey, would you like to live the Harem Hotel experience? I'm looking for volunteers to start a small group." Signed, Little Miss.

"Un jeu de rôle sur Hôtel Harem? Pourquoi pas." ("A role-playing group around Harem Hotel? Why not.") A smile appears on the young woman's face as she answers the ad. The organizer contacts her a few moments later by sending her what looks like a registration form. There is even the option for the transformation paths she would like to have. The whole thing looks like a real contract, which sends Sylvana a little thrill of excitement. Without really knowing why, she decides to fill out the form with her real information.

It's just role-playing, but the idea that she could really find herself transported to an alternate world to live sexy adventures with a master who loves her and strangers who would become her friends (and more if affinity) is enough to send her another thrill of excitement that will carry her under her covers to enjoy her "toy friends"

Oddly enough, later, no one will remember seeing this ad or reacting to it.

Some years after filling out the application, Sylvana received a box in the mail. With no return address, just a stylized HH. Inside is just a small wooden box with a simple black button on one side. Small enough to easily fit in one hand.

After searching the box, thinking there must surely be more, she finds a small card that simply says. 'To join the game, click the button.'

She checks the package, looking for information on where it came from or even if it wasn't a mistake by the postman. "Je ne pense pas avoir commandé quoi que ce soit en ligne." ("I don't think I ordered anything online.") She says to her cat. Said cat jumps in the box, thinking it must be for her.

She checks the only things she has. The double H seems familiar to her. Even if she's never seen it before, the coincidence would be a bit much.

"Double H, comme pour 'Harem Hotel'?" ("Double H, like in 'Harem Hotel'?")

She lets out a small laugh then looks at the box. She puts her ear to it. "Pas de bruit." ("No noise.") She shakes it. "Pas de mouvement." ("no movements.")

She bites her lower lip in thought. "Ça m'étonnerait que ça soit une bombe ou quelque chose du genre." ("I would be surprised if it was a bomb or something like that.") She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and takes a deep breath.

"Bon, il n'y a qu'un seul moyen de le savoir, mais avant ça..." ("Well, there's only one way to find out, but before that...") She goes to her computer and leaves an automatic message for her parents.

"Comme ça, s'il m'arrive quelque chose, ils sauront ce qui se passe." ("That way, if anything happens to me, they'll know what's going on.") She then goes back to the box and presses the button, not really expecting anything to happen.

With a click everything goes black for a frozen moment of time. Then, blinking, she realizes she is now sitting in a small room very much different from where she was a moment before. One wall has a large picture window showing a snow covered mountain side, opposite it is a large elaborate mirror with a black enameled dragon in one corner, a wing and the tail making up a side and the bottom of the mirror. Before her on the table is just a cup of milk on a saucer with a placard next to it that says simply 'Drink Me'.

For a moment, she feels disoriented, everything has changed around her.

Quickly, she begins to analyze her situation. She looks around her, checking all the details she can, and checking herself at the same time. She still wears the same clothes, a white shirt and black capris. No shoes or socks, her hair is in the same state as before.

"Ok... Soit j'ai perdu connaissance et je suis en train de rêver, ou bien on m'a kidnappée sans que je m'en rende compte, mais je n'ai pas d'effets secondaires, ma tenue est telle que je me souviens, je n'ai pas faim ni soif et pas d'engourdissements." ("Ok... Either I lost consciousness and I'm dreaming, or I was kidnapped without realizing it, but I have no side effects, my outfit is as I remember, I'm not hungry or thirsty and no numbness.")

She takes the message and looks at it. "'Drink Me'... j'arrive à lire, ça élimine le rêve, ou bien c'est un rève anormal". ("'Drink Me'... I can read it, it eliminates the dream, or it's an abnormal dream.") She stands up. "Pas de perte d'équilibre ni de tourni." ("No loss of balance or dizziness.") She starts looking around the room, looking to see if the window can be opened or if there is a door that could lead her outside.

Strangely enough there are no doors and the window is quite well secured closed.

She knocks on the wall, but there seems to be no sound that could reveal a hidden door. She looks at the mirror.

"Opposé à la fenêtre. Hmm..." ("Opposite the window. Hmm...") She looks closely at the frame, looking for an opening that could allow her to try to move it.

The mirror appears to actually be set in the wall and not just a simple frame. Glancing back at the table she notes the placard now reads 'Bois-moi'.

The woman frowns but continues her inspection of the mirror, knocking on it and listening carefully.

"Si c'est un miroir sans teint, le son sera différent... Tu devrais peut-être être arrêter de te parler à toi même Sylv. Ils t'écoutent probablement." ("If it's a one-way mirror, the sound will be different... Maybe you should stop talking to yourself Sylv. They're probably listening to you.")

The mirror sounds solid, like it's thicker than a simple glass sheet. On closer inspection it might not even be glass, but a polished sheet of silver instead. But much finer detail in reflection than one would expect from metal.

"Hmm ... Une plaque d'argent. Un alliage en temps normal, pas de trace d'oxydations. Je pourrais tenter de le forcer ou bien casser la vitre ... Oui je sais, je dois arrêter de me parler à moi-même. Mais s'il veulent que j'arrête ils n'ont qu'à se présenter directement, ça ira plus vite." ("Hmm ... A silver plate. An alloy in normal times, no trace of oxidation. I could try to **** it or break the window ... Yes I know, I have to stop talking to myself. But if they want me to stop they just have to introduce themselves directly, it will go faster.") Her voice takes on an irritated tone that disappears as quickly as it came.

She goes back to the table and places a hand on the chair. "Cela pourrait le faire. Mais est-ce que je le fais... Il y a une forte probabilité que cela ne produise rien, mais ce n'est qu'une hypothèse, la tester aurait du sens. Cependant, cela pourrait contrarier ce qui m'a amené ici. Ce qui me laisse deux options..." ("It could do. But do I do it... There's a high probability that it won't produce anything, but that's just a hypothesis, testing it would make sense. However, that might upset what brought me here. Which leaves me with two options...")

She looks at the cup. "Soit je me soumet à leur jeu et je prend le rôle d'Alice..." ("Either I submit to their game and take the role of Alice...") She looks at the window. "Soit je joue au rebelle et je tente de m'enfuir. Dans les deux cas, je devrai ensuite improviser." ("Or I play the rebel and try to escape. In both cases, I will then have to improvise.")

She looks at the mirror. "Ou troisième option, je ne fais rien... après tout, la meilleure façon de ne pas perdre, c'est de ne pas jouer et puis si c'est comme dans 'Saw', c'est quand le personnage obéit qu'il déclenche le piège et meurt..." ("Or third option, I don't do anything... after all, the best way not to lose is not to play and then if it's like in 'Saw', it's when the character obeys that he triggers the trap and dies...")

She realizes she is starting to get thirsty, and the milk does look quite inviting. She takes a few moments, then makes her decision.

"Bon, j'ai appuyé sur le bouton qui m'a amenée ici. Autant aller jusqu'au bout. Et non, je ne vais pas balancer cette tasse sur le miroir ni la renverser par terre." ("Well, I pushed the button that brought me here. Might as well go all the way. And no, I'm not going to throw this cup at the mirror or spill it on the floor.")

She takes the cup before changing her mind and drinks it in one go.

The milk is creamy and delicious, and there seems to be far more than the small cup should hold as she gulps it down. She is filled with warmth and feeling of contentment, briefly closing her eyes. When she opens them again there is now a much larger chair opposite hers across from the table and a very large woman sitting in it looking at her with a smile. "Salutations."

"Enchantée." ("Pleased to meet you.") Sylvana says, not seeming surprised... for now. She hears a slight accent in the woman's voice, she's not French. She looks at her and after a quick analysis, makes up her mind.

"C'est donc bien l'Hôtel Harem. Soit je suis définitivement devenu folle, soit vous êtes réel. Mais dans un cas comme dans l'autre, ça ne change rien." ("So it's the Harem Hotel. Either I've definitely gone crazy, or you're real. But either way, it doesn't change anything.")

"You could always be crazy and on Harem Hotel, you did ask to be here after all." The woman gives a full throated laugh that shakes the table. "But you're not quite there yet. First, there is the matter of the interview." Also for some reason now the wall behind her holds a tapestry of a burning castle.

Sylv nods as she listens and makes an effort to speak in English. "I don't remember asking to be there... And an interview? Like the one in shldflght's story?" She takes the time to spell each letter.

"You filled out a form some years ago and have been accepted, but you'll need to keep the fact that you are a volunteer a secret from the others. And yes, just some questions to let the audience come to know you better before the games begin."

"I thought it was for a tabletop RPG..." She looks a little lost for a moment and her gaze wanders around, settling on the immense draconic wings of her interlocutor. "Excuse me but… are you a real dragon?"

"Ah yes, let me introduce myself first. I am Wyrnn Soulcatcher, Elder Wyrm of the Outer Darkness. But you can just call me Wrynn, or Mistress if you prefer." She laughs again.

The French woman starts to blush and squirm a little in her chair. She looks incredibly shy now. "That's... Wow... A real dragon."

"So, if you please, some things about you? Name, age, occupation, cup size, orientation, favorite color?"

"Um heu yes... Well... I'm... I'm Sylvana Herbert, I'm 32 years old. I'm a laboratory technician for an environmental analysis laboratory, I... I think I'm bisexual but I've only had relationships with men. Black isn't really a color so I would say, red?"

"Shades count. And you missed a question."

Sylv swallows and her gaze starts to drift to the side. "Yeah... about my... cup size. Sorry, it's a bit personal... but I guess this is the Harem Hotel, so I have ****, right?"

"Things will get a whole lot more personal in time."

Her face turns a darker shade of red and she nods. "Well, I wear a C cup, but it's for a French brand, I don't know the equivalent for you."

"Our viewers shouldn't have a problem understanding. They really only change from freedom units in the larger sizes. Now about these Transformation paths you chose, Really quite interesting. Please tell us why you picked them, and why you locked in Switch?"

"I thought it was for a tabletop RPG, so I put a little bit of myself into my character. I chose Switch first because... Because..." Her heart starts beating, knowing she's probably being watched by a lot of people. "That's... That's how I am in bed... I can be either dominant or submissive depending on my partner. I often like to play 'who's on top tonight'."

"Should be fun, some masters actually like a girl who takes charge from time to time. Speaking of fun, I can't wait to see how Pro TF works out." The woman's eyes take on a fiery glow while saying this.

Sylv smiles shyly and continues. "This is my second choice, Pro Transformation. I've read some Harem Hotel stories online and found the transformation parts pretty exciting. Reading about how it changes people is... Well. You know. But it's exciting in fiction. I wouldn't wish that on anyone in reality...Now that I think about it, it's pretty ironic."

The host nods along. "Indeed, well you'll get to see all sorts of transformations up close and personal. Now, let's see if I'm missing anything. You obviously liked the milk, so no need to ask that. Anyone in particular you're leaving behind you'll miss?"

"You don't ask me what my third choice is ? Well, I guess it was a bit of a filler so it's not really relevant after all. I have a cat, Mina. My parents live in the north of France. I have an older sister who is married and has two children, one of whom is my goddaughter."

"Oh I know your third choice, but Maid hasn't been locked yet so no point getting your hopes up. But let's talk about it anyways. Why Maid? Do you have a French Maid fetish?"

Sylv starts looking away again. "Well... I'm French and the site where I read the Harem Hotel stories was American, so I assumed it could fill in the French maid stereotype."

"Quite possibly. It does seem to be popular. So I've sensed some hesitation about you. Tell me, how do you really feel about actually being on Harem Hotel? And while you're at it, which is your favorite season, favorite host?"

"I... I don't know... I'm a little lost to be honest... If that's true, I should be horrified, and I guess part of me is. But the other part is curious and if I've just gone crazy then... It doesn't matter and I can enjoy being Isekaied by my brain. My favorite show? ... I'd say the one written by exarchofsechrima. But my favorite host is Shar from... from the story written by Wrynn Soulcatcher? It was you?"

"No, only a coincidence of names. Though we do oddly enough share a lot of tastes."

"Ah ... I see.... Can ... Can I ask you something?"

Wrynn answers with a slight shrug. "Sure."

"You're a real dragon, so... do you breathe fire? And can you fly too?" Sylv's tone seems to change a bit, becoming a bit impatient as sparks start to fill her eyes.

"Yes, yes and yes. Not that I need to breathe fire." The host gestures and her palm is filled with fire.

"Wow." Sylv's eyes are clearly glowing now. "S-sorry, it's just that I'm a big dragon fan. Mainly black dragons and white dragons. They're so cool and powerful."

"As you should be, dragons are the superior race after all."

"Certainly. Many people argue that succubi and other demons are better, but for me, it's a no. Dragons are definitely top tier." Sylv says with a big smile.

Wrynn smiles smugly before talking again. "Well, I think that's a good showcase for the audience. And now kitten, for the ride of your life." The room goes black save for the burning red of her eyes and Sylvana is briefly lost in them as everything fades.