<em>"Hello Darren, You're the second guest to arrive, Anna is already in the Salon.  I'm the house, you may ask me anything you need, the other contestants will be arriving shortly."</em><br/><br/>"Thanks, House. Or should I call you<em>Doctor</em>House maybe?" Darren joked, still a little bedazzled by the whole concept of the show. I mean, really, he knew the rules, knew about "The House" - with a capital H - but had completely forgotten about him practically just thinking out aloud when he had called for anybody else being around. But it was good to know... still with his sports bag shouldered, he followed the hall to the salon, at the other end of the house. But then, he wondered - and was rather sure - that the mirrors were two-way, and had some camera gear on the other side... or was the camera in the ceiling lamp, as usually in spy flicks? Probably both, Darren guessed.<br/><br/>The impression from outside about the standards he found confirmed, everything had been apparently renovated and outfitted to match the taste of the majority, or at least reflect their dreams about a life in a mansion. Tasteful furniture, somewhere between stylish and comfortable, the items around looking immaculately clean and expensive. He whistled in appreciation. "Good Taste, House. Maybe we should talk interior designers some time."<br/><br/>Just as fitting as the items of furniture looked the woman on the comfortable couch in the salon. Blond hair, willowy figure, practically dressed she sat there. With a smile, while he dumped his sports bag next to the armchair, Darren walked up to her, his hand stretched out. "Hi there... I'm Darren. Another guest of the house."