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Fuck it! You think. If this is real, I'll be loaded and can do whatever I want.
You follow Ms. Schultz's instructions and are aboard the Ferry to Fretton within the week. A nice boat it is, only three passengers though, the rest are crewmen.
Whilst having a snack you'd prepared earlier, a man in a smart, black suit comes up to you.
'Mr. Blake?' He asks in a stern voice. You simply turn and nod, your mouth full. 'I'm one of Fretton's tourism agents, and our records show this will be your first trip to the island, yes?'
Again, you simply nod, the same mouthful still in your mouth.
'Right. Well, newcomers tend to have a hard time adjusting to our lifestyle, so I've got a brochure for you here.' He holds up a brightly coloured booklet. 'I also need you to sign a non-discolsure agreement. It simply states that you will not tell any resident of Fretton about the outside world and that when or if you should return to the mainland, you will not speak of Fretton. The penalty for breaking this agreement is a fine of up to three million dollars aswell as twenty years jail time.'
He looks at you, your mouth wide open in shock. 'Yeah, that's the reaction we usually get. Anyhow, please sign this form and hand it in to the Entry agent at the docks. Thank you.'
The man in black hands you a pen, the brochure, and a black and white form before disappearing back into the ship. You chew the food you'd been holding in your mouth this whole time and swallow.

Looking closer at the brochure you note a peculiar flag. It has three vertical stripes of the colours red, pink and green with some sort of mythological animal in the centre. Above the flag is the name of the island 'Fretton' and below 'The Pleasure Paradise'.
Confused and intrigued you open up the brochure to read more. It explains that the Island was bought in the mid-1800s by a group who call themselves 'The Tiritole Group'. They were a smaller faction of a larger secret society known as 'The Black Brogues'. The 'Fretton Project' as it was known back then had a simple goal. They wanted to create an island nation for people who loved sex.
Instantly you begin thinking about what that would look like. You imagine brothels on every corner, sex shows and porno shoots everywhere. It's such an odd thought, but reading on, you found it is, in fact, very different from that.
It seems that the island was initially populated through means of human trafficking, and since, the population has grown. The Tiritole Group conditioned their population to accept sex as an every day occurrence. They taught them that sex is not a taboo practice and doesn't have to be done behind closed doors.
This, of course, led to a lot of promiscuity on the island, and population rates sky-rocketed, as did STDs. To combat this, the Tiritole Group has put chemicals in the drinking water to temporarily sterilise the populace, and have invested a large amount of money in researching STD prevention successfully. Many STDs present in the rest of the world could be fully prevented on Fretton, though there are the odd few that they still have trouble with, so they screen all newcomers and visitors before being allowed entry.
Such promiscuity also led to a booming sex industry, so much so, that there are now different types of sex workers, each identified by a different coloured ribbon about their neck. They are as follows:

Pink Ribbon - A **** owned by the government who's duty is to have sex with anyone who desires. These are either bought by the Tiritole Group or are awarded the ribbon as a criminal punishment.

Red Ribbon - A person who has a normal life and job, but must also have sex with anyone who desires. These are either volunteers, or are awarded the ribbon as a criminal punishment.

Blue Ribbon - A privately employed prostitute who works a shift and removes her ribbon at the end of it. Much like a prostitute from the mainland, this is seen as an occupation.

Yellow Ribbon - A privately owned ****. They often live with their master and must do whatever he or she asks of them.

Black Ribbon - The black ribbon is worn in addition to the other ribbons, but signifies that the individual is happy to be abused. This ribbon is exclusive to a city on the west of the island called Thorntown. In some rare circumstances, it is also permitted to kill or 'snuff' a black-ribbon worker for sexual arousal, but that is reserved for the Pinks and Yellows who also wear the Black.

The brochure then goes on to explain that some of Fretton's customs may be deemed inhumane by the standards of the mainland, but they are as common as eating a burger on the island. Things such as prostitution, slavery, ****, ****, ****, hebephilia, ephebophilia etc. And that you should be prepared to see these across the island.
It also mentions that the Frettonites believe the rest of the world was destroyed long ago, and that Fretton is the only place left. The vast majority of those on the mainland do not know of Fretton's existence either, and the Tiritole Group would like to keep it that way.
However, there are those that do know of it's existence. These are members of the Tiritole Group or the Black Brogues. Often celebrities, bankers, politicians or other high-ranking members of society. They keep the island secret, and in return, may visit whenever they so desire for a small holiday. Some actors and singers that know of the island even release edited versions of their content so that Frettonese audiences may enjoy it. You guess this means more explicit content, and you can't help but wonder which celebrities it's referring to.

It's a lot of information to take in. You sit back in your chair and wonder what the hell you've got yourself into. Slavery? ****? ****? Secret Societies? You don't even know what hebephilia or ephebophilia are and you're not too sure you want to know.
You look at the non-disclosure agreement, and decide it's best to sign it. You have no idea what these people might do to you if you don't. You neatly write your signature 'Martin Blake' before finishing your sandwich.

Less than an hour later you arrive on the island. You're escorted to an office where they asked for your membership card. Remembering the letter, you gave them the black Tiritole Membership card Grampa George had left you. A quick swipe of the card reveals that Grampa George registered you as a secondary member just before his ****. Or maybe that was Ms. Schultz.
You're required to give a semen sample for STD testing as well as DNA match up. You're led into a small white room with a plastic chair. It doesn't take you long, it never has.
After handing in your small plastic container filled with white goo, you're allowed through the gates into the island proper.

Looking around you note nothing unusual. A beach, a shopping centre, a bus stop. Everything seems fairly normal. You check for a street sign to get your bearings, and find yourself on Willem Street. You reach into your back pocket to find the directions to Ms. Schultz's office, but you feel slightly curious of what the island has to offer.