Yes

The man smiles. He snaps his fingers, and suddenly everything is black.

You come to again, on a bed that is not your own. It's a mix between a bed you would see at a hospital and a simple cot. The room is painted a bright, sterile white, with a rectangular panel of lights going around the room near the ceiling.

Over you sits a woman, holding a clipboard. By all conventional measures, she would be deemed attractive. She has a somewhat thin frame, wearing mostly black clothing that snugly fits her form. Her legs are shapely, her torso is toned, her breasts are somewhat small but perky, and she has wavy black hair that reaches down past her shoulders. And... she appears to have the ears of a cat. You begin to feel your dick begin to harden, but luckily it's under a blanket, so she shouldn't notice.

"Good morning," the cat-woman says.

"W-where am I?" you ask.

"The Silver City branch of the Erfona Institute for the Displaced," she answers.

"Displaced?" you ask.

"You're not from here," she says.

"How did I get here?" you ask.

"I frankly have no idea. You just appeared here. There are others like you, and they've all described contact with a shadowy figure, but we don't know the exact process. And before you ask, we don't have any idea how you can get back, either.

What is your name?"

"John Doe," you reply. She jots it down on the clipboard.

"What exactly... are you?" you ask.

"I am what I have heard is called in your world a 'monster-girl' - according to other Displaced, the inhabitants of this world are varying mixes of humans, animals, and mythological beasts of your world. These mixes are divided into 'classes', although your terms of 'race' and 'species' may be more analogous."

"So... what's going to happen to me?" you ask.

"Since there's not much of a chance that you'll be going back to your home-world, the goal of the Institute is to help the Displaced integrate into our own world. To achieve this, we pair you with a Host - someone who you will live with and immerse you into our customs. To be a Host has become a highly sought-after profession, due to the rarity of the Displaced, as well as a certain... effect they give."

"Effect?" you ask.

"For some reason, the pheromones of the Displaced are particularly... compelling. In a sexual manner. I am in this position mostly because I am not affected by this phenomenon. However, you can be sure that all candidates for the Host have been cautiously vetted by the Institute, and you will be able to interview any candidates you're interested in. Now, it'll take about a day to get all of the candidates in here, and so until then-"

A buzzing noise comes from her pocket, as she takes out a phone. You're a bit surprised to see one in this supposedly alien world. She rolls her eyes.

"Sorry, but I'll have to take this," she says, walking out of the room. "You should stay here a while." She leaves the door open, as you hear the clacking of heels of tile reverberating down the hallway.