The other Mrs. Reardon.

Mrs. Reardon led the way across the small foyer of the suite. The Reardons were apparently very wealthy, as they were staying in one of the fanciest cabin types on the ship. It had a stocked bar in-room (all expenses paid, of course, as everything on the Excelsior was) and a long, luxurious window that stared out onto the open ocean. Remi wondered if Mr. Reardon actually stayed with Mrs. Reardon; she had heard about the widows and lonely wives who sometimes spent their days on cruises living off of inheritances or their busier husbands' paychecks. It was possible that Mrs. Reardon, 'Kelly,' was being so open because she was simply bored.

"There's a lot," Mrs. Reardon promised, holding the door knob. It was almost as if she was blocking Remi's entrance. "So you'll have to come inside. But I promise, it's very worth it." She was smiling for some reason. This was all so strange. Remi wanted off of this ship as soon as she could afford a proper condo. Unfortunately, that was still a long time from now.

Mrs. Reardon opened the door. The bedroom was dark, with the only light coming in from the windows. "Come on in, dear," she said, leaving the door slightly open as she stepped inside.

Now this was weird. It seemed like something out of a horror movie. Suddenly Remi regretted watching Get Out so recently, because this situation was feeling far too familiar. Why couldn't this Kelly woman just bring out her laundry bin like every other guest? Oof.

Things changed very quickly when Kelly turned on the lights.

Remi entered the room, still oblivious, with a miniature laundry bag under one arm. She followed where she believed Mrs. Reardon had gone, finding that the gray-haired woman was standing off to the side of the room, against the wall. Remi couldn't see any laundry around. What the fuck is this? she thought. Why is she acting like this?

And then she looked to the bed.

There was a woman there.

She was on her knees, stretched out forward. Her hands were tied together, and tied to the headboard. She was wearing a lacy black pair of underwear, and her ass was up in the air. Remi couldn't see exactly what it was, but it looked like there was something sticking out of the woman's ass. Her ankles were cuffed together, a lot like her hands. The strange woman had long black hair and slightly tan skin. Remi couldn't be sure, but it looked like she was wearing some sort of blindfold, with a big ball strapped to her mouth.

Remi simply didn't know what to say.

"The laundry is very dirty," Mrs. Reardon said. "And it needs to be done."