On a Full moon, somewhere on the earth would appear what looks like an old Victorian Manor, a dimly lit sign out front with what looks like a scantily clad soft orange furred vixen, the look of love and joy across her face as she nimbly twists around the brass pole. Although, it would seem that the sign has been there for what looks like 1000 years, the once proud image faded past its original glory. The house on the other hand, other than carrying the style of a house from times past, rests in Springsteen condition its soft blue siding trimmed by an even softer yellow covers its surface, all the windows softly glowing by the light of candle, flickering in the moons brilliant light.
Walking through the large blood red doors, one would be greeted by luscious artifacts of pleasure and luxury beyond ones wildest dreams, affixed atop most of the furniture would be the Vixens. Their bodies bare to the world watching you lustfully as you move about the lobby, their fur just as blue as the siding of the house highlighted in the exact same yellow, their eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the candles. Although the niceties around you make you want to stay, a strange feeling of danger begins to grow that would make even the strongest of warriors want to leave.
For these women weren't always this way, most of them weren't even vixens, One of them seemingly different than the others, the houses mistress, not one of chains and bondage, but one of kind words, and soothing motions slowly walks down the stairs before you, clutched in her hand, a book. pure evil flows from this book piercing the soul of the unknown, blissfully filling those of hate and evil with desire. The woman sits down beside a odd one out, a Dragoness her scales matching those of the vixens, the mistress looking up at you smiles before saying in a soothing voice
"Any of these women may be yours should you choose to stay..." She smiles waving her hand amongst the beautiful vixens that now surround you enticing you to stay with their soft touch, and sensual sweet nothings whispered in your ear. You might not realize it yet, but you have already lost your fight for survival, The Harem always gets what it desires.
Your life is now in the Mistress's hand, depending on the mood, after your explosive sexual interaction comes judgement, Male or female, you could join the ranks as one of the girls of the Harem until the end of time, or, suffer many much worse horrible fates, become feasted upon by the girls lost in sexual furry, or ones sexual bliss become engulfed. Or, the last thing you want to hear, is the Labyrinth, a blindingly confusing mix of tunnels, traps, and monsters, that might want to use you as sexual relief, or sedate a long overdue appetite.
The way most see it, once you enter the Harem, you have already lost your soul.