Meet the mad, mad houseguests
As for the guests, they are, as one would imagine, infinitely more basic than the Alts. Upon arrival, they know nothing about their exotic hosts. Let's learn about these poor souls, shall we?
Nichole -- a bubbly, affable regional sales manager.
Brent -- in his fifth year at a Christian university. He "likes to read the Bible" and "believes in God." "I wish everyone was a Christian," he says. I wonder if his beliefs will be tested.
Bonnie -- a middle-aged book editor who plays by the rules, but "just once," she wants to do something "outrageous!" She's in the right place.
Eric -- an "assistant sports agent," whatever the fuck that is, and considers himself the life of the party. He appears, naturally, to be nothing more than your garden-variety drunk bro.
Loana -- a woman who says her religious faith is "quite important" to her and that she "read[s] the Bible quite often." How often do you have to read it? I mean, it's just one book. And not even a particularly interesting one at that.
Noel -- a straight-shooter: "I wanna win a crapload of money. I'm not gonna lie. I'm a janitor at a barbershop. That's not fun."
Jamie -- an exotic dancer contemplating retiring because she just turned 31. "Being an exotic dancer is being a people person," she declares.
Kelly -- a political campaigner with a smile wide enough to hide a boatload of pain and who says she's "from the greatest city in the world... New York City!! And I actually live in a convent. I'm about as conservative as they come, hence, I work for the Republican Party."
Hamin -- a man who refers to himself as "a tiger" because he "rips it up" in the bedroom.
Tim -- a horse rancher who describes himself as "edumacated," despite his accent. His bloated visage is redder than a dog's dick.