Not only that, he's got an entire film crew watching his every move.
So, he decides to sneak out of the mansion and hot foot it across to a tiny little bowling alley/snooker hall/coffee shop.
Whilst he's there, he puts his feet up and watches the TV.
Guess he's not used to having all those ladies demanding their drama docu-soaps. So he's nicely settled down here, in the relative peace and tranquility of the place.
But not for very much longer.
The ladies have all missed his presence, and poor Melinda, halfway through changing out of her masked ball costume, has drawn the short straw.
She's arrived to bring him home.
And she's not happy at all.
Needless to say, due to a conflict of nature (the portable video camera suddenly being launched in front of a moving truck), we cannot bring you any juicy gossip on what was said.
But it's definitely going to be gossip, back at the mansion.
All I'll say is this....
Judging by Chance's face, he's not a happy bunny.
No, not at all.
*sigh*
That's what happens when you volunteer to do a 'reality' show, Chance.
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