Round 1 Transcript

The Narrator lets the room settle and lays out the immediate proposition in concrete terms, making clear that the cast must answer what is being asked of them before anything can move forward.

Jeane Cromwell leans back in her chair with an air of casual authority. The proposition is simple enough: engage in sexual acts and build a harem of women without drawing attention to ourselves. However, I must know the specifics before committing my resources and reputation.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the dusty table. "So let me get this straight—we're supposed to seduce half the city into our little club while somehow keeping it off the radar? That's a recipe for disaster with legs." I glance around at everyone else. "Unless someone here's got a plan that doesn't involve us all ending up in cells, I'm not signing up for this suicide mission."

I look at each person in turn, my expression serious. I will not participate in a plan that risks harm to innocents or brings scandal upon us. The Cromwell name must remain untarnished, and our actions must align with the principles of respect and consent.

I cross my arms, leaning back in the chair. "So, let me make sure I've got this straight," I say slowly. "We're supposed to seduce women into joining some kind of sexual harem, all while keeping it under wraps and not causing any trouble? That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen." I glance around at the others, my expression skeptical. "I mean, how do we know these women will actually want to join willingly? And what if they decide they want out later? We could end up with a mutiny on our hands."

I sit quietly in my chair, listening to everyone's concerns with wide eyes. The idea of seducing women into some kind of secret harem is both terrifying and strangely intriguing. I shift uncomfortably, my skirt feeling suddenly too tight. The thought of being part of something so scandalous sends a thrill through me, but the potential consequences are clear. I look around at the others, my voice so soft it’s almost inaudible. "What if... what if they find out? What if someone talks?" I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.* "And how do we even start? I mean, do we just... go up to random people on the street?"