Dominick Marshall, a wealthy business man.

Throughout the flight, the young twins were antsy. They had never been to a place like Freedonia before, nor did they think they ever would have. From what they have read and what they have experienced it felt like they were about to live out one of their teenage fantasies, though admittedly Freedonia sounded a bit lewder than anything they had dreamed up in high school.

As the plane touched down at the first airport, the twins fidgeted as they waited for their turn to leave the plain, if not for the eagerness to get to their destination then to get out of the cramped cabin. They squirmed and shuffled their way out of the plain until finally stepping out into the airport. They felt like sardines escaping from a crowded tin can. After pushing their way through the rushing crowed the twins finally made it to the next terminal. Waiting at the terminal was a slim young man holding a sign reading, Michel and Julie Leonard.

“Hey,” said Julie as they approached the young man. “I take it that you are our ride.”

“That’s right,” he replied with a bit toothy smile. “And you two must be the Leonard twins. My name is Jay -- Jay Hart -- and might I congratulate you on winning our contest.”

“Thanksm Jay,” Julie replied with her playful smirk. “So is this our flight?”

“Oh no,” he answered. “Most of our other passengers came off of this one, so we felt it would be a little easier for me to meet you here. There is a van just outside that will take you to your plane, so don’t worry your luggage is already being transferred. Now If you would fallow me.”

The twins followed Jay out of the terminal and to the van. The van was large, black, and had tinted windows, probably to hide the on goings of those inside who could not wait until they got to the plane. However, when they drew closer, Michel saw the true nature of the van -- it was armored, very armored. In fact, it looked like it could take a RPG and still keep moving. Glancing over at his sister he could tell that she did not notice the thick steel framing of the van and it was probably for the best. From what his sister told him from her investigation the island was well known for providing entertainment to political leaders so it would make sense that the company van would be so heavily armored.

Jay reached for the door of the van, but before he opened it, he turned to the twins. “Now you remember that we said that you would be sharing the plane with someone else right?”

“They mentioned something like that,” Michel replied.

“Well,” Jay continued, “what you may not have been told was that you will be sharing the plane with the man that funded the contest. In fact, he’s in the van right now.”

The twins glanced at each other after hearing this. It appeared that there was more to this contest than they were told. The twins turned back to Jay and Michel replied, “This is out of the ordinary I take it.”

“More or less. I guess you could say that he had an… unique request. It’s best if I let him explain,” he said before opening the door.

Again, the twins gave Jay a confused look. They were not quite sure what was going on but they were not about to back out now. As they stepped into the van the first thing the twins noticed were the red velvet seats. It was set up more like a limo than a transport, which had Julie’s eyes twinkling. They had not even set foot on the island yet and the twins already felt like they were being overly pampered. Once they were seated and the van started moving the twins' attention were drawn to short, stocky old man.

He was well dressed in a black suit and red tie, pale white skin, combed-back gray hair, and deep blue eyes. Upon seeing him, Michel started to worry. A stubby old man was the one funding his sister’s trips to a sex island?

Once the man noticed Michel recoiling towards his sister in a protective manner he chuckled and smiled. “Don’t worry, son,” he said in a ruff voice. “It’s not what you think.”

“What’s going on,” Michel asked him with a bit of strain in his voice.

The man took out a cigar, placed it between his teeth, and flicked open a golden lighter. As he lit his cigar, Julie recognized the logo on the casing, an imprint of a sphinx. After taking in a deep puff of smoke he slowly exhaled the white vapors from the gaps in his teeth. “My name is Dominick Marshall,” he answered, reaching out to shake Michel’s hand.

Michel was hesitant at first. Something about this man felt off to him. He decided to shake out of politeness but before he could reach Marshall’s hand his eager sister beat him to it.

“Dominick Marshall! Oh my God! You own some of the most popular fashion magazine companies in existence! Every model that has ever worked for you became super stars in a matter of months!”

Marshall chuckled at the eager young woman before lightly tugging his hand away from hers. “You must be Julie,” he said with a coy smile on his lips. “I must say you are even more attractive in person than you are in your photos.”

Julie blushed and giggled as she listened to his praise. She had a big excited grin on her face and her green eyes were shimmering with excitement. “Does this mean that you are going to turn me into a famous model.”

“Well, that’s up to you,” he replied taking another puff of his cigar. “While on the island I am going to have you model for me. If I like your performance then I will hire you on as one of my own. Meanwhile, during your off time, you can partake in the pleasure of the island.”

Michel spoke up, “Wait so, this isn’t a vacation?”

Marshall squinted a bit at the male twin as he tried to think of a response. “More or less. You, Mr. Leonard, are free to take part in everything Freedonia has to offer any time you want. For you this is a vacation but for your sister, this is so much more. For her it is a month-long audition to show me that she has what it takes to be one of my models. If she proves her worth, fame and fortune will be hers, maybe even yours if she impresses me enough.”

Michel arched his brow at his last comment. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, don’t be so mistrusting, son,” he said waving him off. “Your sister has a chance that only amateur models could dream of and you are about to have the time of your life. Try not to worry so much about what might happen and look forward to what is to come.