BEHIND THE SCENES: We Went IN DA ROOM with Queenzflip... and Barely Made It Out with Our Dignity

When I got the call to bring The Artful Bachelorette into a reality show called IN DA ROOM, a filmed social experiment airing on Patreon via Flip Da Network, I had no idea what I was saying yes to. All I heard was: "Reality TV, 12 contestants, 24 hours, no phones, no vapes, no alcohol, no escape."

The director—who we later found out used to work on The Jerry Springer Show (yes, that Jerry)—was clearly in it for the drama. And we, Fleur Childs and our golden-hearted model Devin, were about to walk straight into the chaos.

When the Uber Dropped Us at a Funeral Home…

We pulled up to a dimly lit building. Google Maps said funeral home. Devin looked at me. I looked at him. We both laughed nervously. “Should we bail?” I whispered. He said, cool as ever, “Let’s go in.”

So we climbed the shadowy staircase and were greeted by a frazzled assistant producer who handed us a waiver so aggressive it might as well have read "You can't sue us if we ruin your life." I turned to Devin: “Are you sure?” I must have asked him a hundred times. He just nodded with that zen vibe he always has.

I, on the other hand, started silently writing my will.

The Room: Smelled Like Meat, Tension, and Lost Dreams

Inside the ROOM were 12 contestants: musicians, micro-influencers, maybe a few who had previously been on Springer (no shade). The rules? No talking, no booze, no escape. The prize? Money—but every wrong move cost you cash. We were told someone once lost $900 for vaping.

I brought in a suitcase full of art supplies and two bottles of champagne—our Artful signature. I asked the boss director Queenzflip if I could offer a little bubbly. He said yes… with a catch. If they drank it, they’d lose money. I didn’t think anyone would. But of course, one woman did—and promptly lost $600. I felt awful… but I suppose that’s the drama they wanted.

The Men Couldn’t Handle the (Nude) Truth

The contestants were split into three teams. The men did not take kindly to the idea of drawing a nude male model. One guy—let’s call him "Fragile Chad"—almost quit and doomed his entire team over it. His teammates begged him to stay. He did… but sat in the corner, staring at the wall like he was being punished in kindergarten. His idea of a drawing? Two limp scribbles and a sigh.

Apparently, for some, drawing another man naked is more terrifying than snakes. (Fun fact: the segment before ours had a woman walk in with reptiles. Not kidding.)

Devin: The Legend

Meanwhile, Devin—true professional, entertainer, kind soul—handled it all like a champ. He gave them his signature towel twirl reveal and stood proud. We’d repeatedly told production: no filming of private parts. They agreed. We reiterated it. Multiple times.

Then I watched the final cut on Patreon.

They aired it.

Devin the legend

Yep. His you-know-what made a full cameo. I lost it. I called the producer immediately. I was furious. They apologized. Took it down. Edited it. Re-uploaded.

And you know what? Devin took it in stride. “It’s the business,” he shrugged. Honestly, the man deserves a medal—and maybe a raise.

Champagne, Charcoal, and Chaos

Despite the noise (literal and figurative), the ladies were thrilled. A sexy model, sketchpads, no phones—it was a surreal fever dream. They couldn’t speak, so I told them to write their questions on paper. A few risked speaking (and cash) just to say "DAAAAAMN."

There was also a Caribbean chef in the corner, grilling meat in the same room. No ventilation. So yes, we were sweating, drawing, and inhaling mystery spices all at once.

Would I Do It Again?

No. Absolutely not.Would I trade the story? Also no.

It’s a wild tale Devin and I will laugh about for years. And thank you to my friend Rollie Williams from Climate Town who gave me the Patreon download before we went in—I thought I was prepared.

Spoiler: I wasn’t.

There were lessons. There were laughs. There were (accidental) full frontals.