Guest services is right over there…maybe they can help?

Emily is low on options, and the less direct interaction with people the better. That said, she can only really think of one other place that can help her.

She looks over at the guest services counter, which is just a short walk away in the main area of the ship. That’s the problem though, to get there she will need to walk into the most densely crowded part of the ship, to a desk that currently has a pretty long line in front of it. Doesn’t help that there’s a bar about twenty feet from it as well, which is loaded with people. If Emily wants to try that route, there’s **** but to brave the crowd.

The naked girl takes a deep breath, and walks towards the desk. Unsurprisingly, more and more people’s attention is drawn to her and her very exposed body. Her arms do little to repel their gazes, as they try their best to catch any glimpse of her tits or pussy, or just settle for staring at her uncovered ass. What Emily would do for a third arm. Or, you know, just any article of clothing at all.

Unfortunately, due to the line, Emily is going to have to stand a wait for a while, until it’s her turn. She thought about going around the side and pleading her case, but that kind of action hadn’t really been paying off lately, and she’s not willing to take any risks at the moment.

She looks at the line of people. If her assumptions of who is grouped with who are correct, there’s about ten groups/people she’s behind. Emily groans a little. This is going to take a while…