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Doctor Ruth Westenhause stepped into the dimly lit foyer of the mansion, her sturdy frame weighed down by a bag full of documents and a sense of irritation. She had spent the entire day at her clinic, trying to help her patients overcome their sexual hang-ups, only to be met with a barrage of angry protesters outside. The air had their cries and the smell of homemade signs. As she dropped her keys into the bowl by the door, the echo of their accusations still rung in her ears. She sighed heavily, her cheeks flushing a shade of pink that clashed with her vibrant red hair.

Just as she was about to ascend the grand staircase to her room, the sound of laughter and upbeat music wafted through the corridor. It was coming from the direction of Shelly Duvette's room. The willowy blonde was known for her unorthodox approach to art, and today she was basking in the glow of a particularly successful project. She had directed a horror-themed workout video for the flamboyant fitness guru, Tony Tightpants, and it had become the talk of the town. The catchphrase "Pump 'Til You're Petrified" was on everyone's lips, and the video had started flying off the shelves.

Shannon Doggerty, the fiery redhead who aspired to be an actress but was currently serving fries at the Hollywood Diner, had stumbled upon the latest craze in dating: video dating. She had rented a camera and was eagerly setting up in the mansion's grand living room, surrounded by a sea of dusty furniture that had seen better days. She applied a thick coat of bright red lipstick, adjusted her hair, and practiced her smile in the mirror. It was a sad sight, really, but she was determined to find her prince charming.( Read more... )

Mr. Tombs, the peculiar landlord with a penchant for dramatic flair, perched on the grand staircase, his eyes gleaming with mischief. His cape fluttered behind him like a pair of midnight wings as he announced to the new tenants, "The pool, my dear guests, has been neglected. Fear not! For tomorrow, Brad Pittman, the most exquisite poolboy this side of the Mississippi, shall arrive to restore its sparkling allure." "When you say exquisite, Mr. Tombs, do you mean hot?" asked Shannon Doggerty. The fiery redhead was sprawled in an antique velvet chair, still wearing her garish pink waitress uniform. Mr. Tombs smirked, his fangs briefly peeking out. "Why, Miss Doggerty, your interest in the aesthetics of our pool's maintenance is quite... charming." "That means he's hot," quipped Richard Simpson. The fitness instructor was perched on the couch, next to Doctor Ruth Westenhause, the plump German sex therapist. Doctor Ruth chuckled, her blue eyes twinkling. "Indeed, Mr. Simpson, your grasp of the English language's nuances is quite... entertaining."( Read more... )