He shows her the galley.

The strong Whipmaster could feel her round buttocks rub against the front of his pants as she snapped the selfies of the two of them. His mind invisioned her bent over an oar with the same rump, naked and grinding against his thick cock. He shook his head trying to clear the lust filled daydream from his head.

"I will be glad to accompany such a beauty into the galley." He said as his hand moved to the side of Aurélie's tone waist. "But I will warn you. The view could be quite shocking to such an elegant lady as yourself." He said opening the door wider and slowly pulling her inside the large room.

Aurélie could now see the full glory of the galley and its prisoners. Row after row held captive were naked women. Their bodies covered in sweat, whipmarks and the grime of **** life. She gasp but allowed the Whipmaster to lead her further.

They entered the main aisle and he led her toward the front of the ship. Aurélie watched as one crewman wielded a whip and slammed it harshly into a tone blonde ****. The woman's tits bounced heavily at the lashes blow and Aurélie could see gold rings with weighted balls adoring her nipples. Aurélie felt the Whipmaster lead her deeper as she could read the word "Fuck ****" written across the shoulder blades of the woman.

Row after row showed identical inmates of the galley as he led Aurélie to the front. He pulled up a tall stool and helped Aurélie sit atop it.

"Yes. It's quite overwhelming the first time you see everything. Does the elegant lady have any questions she'd like answered by myself or the crew?" He said eying her ample cleavage.