The Friend

Jennifer was checking to make sure that everything was ready. Her camera lens was clean, she was dressed well and she knows exactly where she needs to be. She was ready to catch the big moment on camera.

Jennifer met Rachel in Highschool, and the two of them have been besties ever since. Rachel has always been there for her whenever she has one of her ditzy moments, and Jennifer has always supported Rachel through her ups and downs. Jennifer and David have always gotten along and see each other as friends. Jennifer has always been interested in David, but wouldn't dream of interfering with their relationship.

Jennifer has always had a passion for photography. She got a degree in it, and currently works as a freelance photographer. The work is sporadic, but very much worth it. And today, David has hired her to take a picture of him proposing to Rachel. Of course, Jennifer would do that for free, but David insisted.

Jennifer was giddy. She truly can't wait to be there when her bestie will finally get a ring on her finger.

…

This was not how it was supposed to go. Instead of hiding in the back of the restaurant, she was sitting in a garden. She looked to her left and saw Rachel next to her, who looked pale.

“Rachel, what's going on?” Rachel looked over at Esmeralda, who Jennifer just noticed.

“Why is she here?” she snapped. Esmeralda smirked before answering.

“Because she fits the criteria. If you and David weren't already together, then your bestie here would have had him all to herself.” Jennifer looked around and saw David on a throne, who was glaring at Esmeralda.

“Hu, what is this place? What is going on?” Esmeralda walked up to Jennifer and held out her hand.

“Welcome to Harem Hotel. You are here to compete for the affection of the Master.” Esmeralda gave Jennifer a moment to respond, but the blonde was too confused to say anything.

“Now I have a few questions for you to answer. Frankly, I'm not even going to bother asking, and instead just **** you to answer.” Before Jennifer could respond, her mouth began to move on its own.

“My name is Jennifer Adams. I'm 23 years old and I'm a freelance photographer. I'm bi. The Master and I are friends, and I used to have a crush on him but got over it years ago. The last time I had sex was 6 months ago with my shitty ex.” Like Rachel, Jennifer slapped her hands over her mouth in shock.

“Two down, six more to go.”