No, you search for your own room

You awaken in the middle of the night, hungry for a late night snack. The mini fridge in Gina’s room is tempting, but… shouldn’t you be eating and sleeping in your own room anyway? It’s probably not as fancy as this one, but mooching off of Gina like that feels wrong. And Gina was mean to you, so there’s definitely some pride at stake.

You step outside, sleepies still stuck in your eyes, and remember the time you spent running around and being lost on the ship earlier today. You really don’t want to go through that again. There’s a man in a uniform standing nearby, though. Maybe he can help you?

“*yawn* Hey, could you show me where my room is?” you ask.

“Sure,” he replies. “What’s the room number?” His eyes never leave your boobs.

“Uhh… I don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me.” Geez, you’re the one asking him for help, not the other way around.

“I see. Let’s take a look at your boarding pass. It should be on there somewhere.” Boarding pass? You give him a quizzical look. He continues, “Uh… Your boarding pass? You know, your ticket? The paper for getting you on the cruise. You’re supposed to have it with you at all times…”

“Oh!” you chime. “Yeah, the guy letting everyone on was going to give me one later.” The man looks at you intently, as if trying to find something on your face. It’s an uncomfortable look, dangerous even. “U-Uh, I’m sure I can find it myself. See you!”

You take off in the opposite direction, more focused on putting distance between you and him than finding any room. You’re starting to get the feeling you aren’t supposed to be here… Maybe you should just go back to Gina. A sentiment you feel twice as strongly when you remember the embarrassing costume you’re walking around in. Now that you’re fully awake, you realize what a dumb idea this was!

You return to Gina’s room, or at least where you thought it was. Instead, you find a stairwell. You weren’t really paying attention when you ran away, and you don’t remember her room number. Oh no, this isn’t good.

You continue looking around for the better part of an hour, scanning floors of cabins and hoping one will stand out as Gina’s, or that you’ll just find her wandering around and she can bring you back. What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into…

“Hey, you!”

“Nyaa!!” you start.

“We got reports of some strange cat lurking around the cabin decks. Looks like it was you after all.” It’s the same man who you asked for directions before. Crap! You try to bolt away, but he grabs your tail, rendering you completely immobile. “N-Nyot the tail!” you plead, the vibe in your ass springing back to life.

“Look, you’re creeping around at night, you don’t have a boarding pass, and you’re dressed like some cat whore. It’s the epitome of suspicious. You’re coming with me.”