A whole lot of scrubbing

While you reach to pick up the mop and bucket, Lerrisa gives your butt a slap and kicks open the door.

"A boy toy to clean the floors!" she announces, sounding pleased.

You stumble inside, trying not to spill any of the soapy water even as the ship lurches in the waves.

A **** voice speaks up, "Ooo, lovely. Well done. Something to watch while I nurse my hangover." A pretty cowgirl lounges on a hammock.

The source of her hangover is clear to you as the whole large cabin is a tip. Bottles and remains of food litter the floor, several overturned stools are scattered around and an axe is embedded in the door behind you.

Two of Lerrisa's crew share a bed beside you, perhaps also the result from last night's drinking games, but don't seem to care. A naked catgirl, with impressively large breasts, sprawls on the stained mattress while a muscled horseman snoozes on top of her. There's an unfastened pair of handcuffs dangling from the railing by their heads.

Privacy was at a premium on board the ship but you could tell this gang were particularly close. By all accounts it seemed as if the catgirl and her horseman lover had fucked in front of the rest of the gang.

Lerrisa gives you a shove, "It's not hard. You know what to do. Get in there and scrub."

"Dumb dog," mutters a burly looking goatman from the back of the cabin where the others in the gang sat around a table playing cards.

You get to work, easing the mop into the bucket, getting just enough water on it before taking it to the wooden floors.

Lerrisa returns to the back of the cabin, picking up a hand of cards and returning to the game.

Mopping is hard work and the gang has spilt so much mess you often have to drop to knees in order to pick something up from under a table or empty bunk and bin it. You're all too aware that more than one of the pirates are keeping an eye on you.

A scrunched up ball of paper rattles to the floor beside you and rolls under a nearby table. To get it you're going to need to get down on your knees again.

The cowgirl grins at you from her hammock. You can't see much of her, just a scrappy top that clings to her shoulders and that she's holding a pad of paper. Not only are you going to need to drop back down to your knees and crawl under the table to fetch the paper ball you're going to have to point your barely covered arse at her to do it.

Still, protesting or complaining is exactly what you're not allowed to do. You'll have to play her game.

You kneel down, lean forward and crawl the step or two necessary to fetch the trash. As you do so another scrap of scrunched up paper lands just out of reach.

You crawl over and collect that one too. Before you can stand up, a third paper ball hits the floor and the cowgirl giggles. Instinctively you know many of the pirates are watching. If only the too small posing pouch you're having to wear felt more secure. Silently, you crawl after the third ball and then the fourth.

"I'm training him to crawl," you hear the cowgirl say but without looking up and at her you can't be sure who she's talking too.

"Hey, do you do tricks?" now she seems to be talking to you. A response is necessary but you'll need to be careful.