Aria takes it poorly

Richard couldn't think of anything to say. He stood there mutely, big dick sticking out but starting to go flaccid, as he looked down at his cum-drenched wife.

"Argh!" Aria screamed in rage. "Have you got nothing to say for yourself?" She stands up, wiping semen off of her face. She turns away from him, clearly furious, and storms off towards the bathroom.

Richard stood there, unsure of what to do. The footage on the TV finally catching up to the big finale. He watched, detached, as he sprayed his load over her face.

"Just fuck off for a while, Richard. I need some time to think."

Richard didn't think that was a positive sign. But he knew when to shut up and listen to the boss. He quickly got dressed again and let himself out, closing the door loud enough for her to hear.

When he stepped outside, he saw an angel. An absolutely drop-dead gorgeous woman stood opposite him, letting herself into the room. She looked at him and smiled.

"Hello, darling," she said warmly with a strong accent. French perhaps. "What's a handsome man like you doing walking around here alone? Don't you know that some unscrupulous woman might take you for herself? I'm Anissa, pleased to meet you."

Richard was shocked at how forward she was being.

"Oh. Um. I'm Richard. I just had a...I was just going for a walk. Speaking of people walking around alone, why is a gorgeous woman like you by herself?"

Anissa grins at him then, without breaking eye contact, she makes a shooing gesture down the corridor. Richard looks in that direction, curious. He sees a tall man walking the other direction. He looks back at Anissa, confused.

"Just a fly. Now, what should we do? I hear there's a pool, a bar, even a casino on board." She pauses, weighing him up. "Or, perhaps you would like to take a tour of my room?" She looks at him with a smirk. Her message is clear.