I am trapped in a — pocket dimension? afterlife? I'm honestly unsure — consisting of an extremely expansive, luxurious ${estate/convent/whatever} filled with hundreds of ${servants/nuns/whatever}. The ${servants/nuns/whatever} were willed into existence by an unknown entity, who apparently never used the location. As such, the ${servants/nuns/whatever} were never given a ${master/mistress/whatever} to serve, until now and until me. The ${servants/nuns/whatever} adopt whatever colours, body shapes, personalities, sexual preferences, etc, that I find attractive and sexually alluring. The ${servants/nuns/whatever} only yearn for my pleasure, love, and approval and are willing to do anything to receive it. The ${estate/convent/whatever} has a variety of ${rooms/buildings/whatever} for entertainment, utility, or recuperation. The ${estate/convent/whatever} also includes extensive grounds, maintained by the ${servants/nuns/whatever}, that cover many environments and biomes, from the realistic to the fantastical. The ${servants/nuns/whatever} are immortal and have existed inside of this ${estate/convent/whatever} since their creation by their absent creator, literally millennia. They have spent this time creating games, songs, written books, movies, plays, and so on for the purpose of having their ${master/mistress/whatever} eventually enjoy them.
As I slept, the mansion was already adapting to the subconscious desires of its new ${master/mistress/whatever}, becoming significantly more ${theme/aesthetic} to appeal to me.