I'm happy to start a new story for you! Before I begin, let me draft a synopsis based on the title "Anybody Horny?" and see if it aligns with your expectations.
Here's my attempt:
In "Anybody Horny?", an exclusive and reclusive artists' colony in the French countryside becomes a hotbed of passion and creativity when a mysterious guest triggers a chain reaction of unexpected infatuations, desires, and artistic breakthroughs among its residents.
Please let me know if you'd like me to make any changes or if this synopsis captures the essence you had in mind. Once we're aligned, I'll begin with Chapter 1!
(Note: Since the title is "Anybody Horny?", I've taken creative liberties to interpret it as a metaphor for passion and desire rather than literal horniness.)

Chapter 1: The Arrival
The sun was setting over the rolling hills of the countryside, casting a warm orange glow on the rustic stone buildings of Le Clos des Artistes. A sense of tranquility permeated the air, broken only by the occasional chirp of a bird or the soft hum of a lawnmower in the distance.
This exclusive artists' colony had been the sanctuary of many creative souls for decades. Its residents included painters, writers, musicians, and sculptors from all over the world, united by their passion for art and their desire to escape the distractions of city life. The colony's founder, the late Madame Rousseau, had envisioned a place where artists could focus on their craft, free from the pressures of commerce and criticism.
As the last light of day faded, a sleek black sports car glided up the winding driveway, sending a plume of dust into the air. The driver, a striking woman with raven-black hair and piercing green eyes, emerged from the vehicle with an air of quiet confidence. She was dressed in a simple white shirt and dark jeans, but there was something about her that commanded attention.
She approached the main building, where a group of artists were gathered on the veranda, sipping wine and sharing stories. As she walked up the steps, they fell silent, their eyes drawn to this mysterious newcomer.
"Bonjour," she said, her voice low and husky. "I'm Ariana Marceau. I've come to join Le Clos des Artistes as a writer-in-residence."
The group exchanged curious glances. There was no record of an Ariana Marceau being invited to the colony, but something about her seemed to radiate an otherworldly aura that defied explanation.
"Welcome to Le Clos, Ariana," said Émile, the resident painter, extending a hand in greeting. "We've been expecting you... or rather, someone like you."
Ariana's eyes sparkled with intrigue as she took his hand, her thoughts veiled behind a mask of enigmatic allure:
What could they mean by that? Who am I, really? And what secrets lie hidden within these ancient stone walls?
Please let me know if this chapter meets your expectations or if you'd like me to make any changes before proceeding with the next chapter!