Remi is confused.

Remi's mouth hung open. What the fuck was she seeing? She couldn't even bring herself to look at the woman on her knees on the bed. She had already seen far too much, and her heart was beating hard and fast.

"I- I- I-" Remi stuttered. She had seen some seriously weird shit working as a maid on this goddamn ship, but this topped them all. It took the cake. Somehow she knew that she would never come across a situation like this ever again, and she wasn't even sure what kind of situation this actually was in the first place. She was just so lost.

"Is something wrong, dear?" the grey-haired Mrs. Reardon said. There was a strange tone to her voice, one that was almost menacing, but not quite. She sounded like she was almost out of breath, which only made Remi feel more uncomfortable. Why couldn't Safiya have just done her job like she was supposed to, goddammit?

"W-what is this...?" Remi said. Her knees were almost knocking, and she still couldn't bring herself to look at the woman on the bed, so she was **** to look Mrs. Reardon in her eyes.

"Like I said," Mrs. Reardon, Kelly, said. "I brought you in here to do my dirty, dirty laundry. So please, dear, get to work. It will take a long time, believe me, I do it myself every single day." Mrs. Reardon slowly walked over to the bed, like a stalking cat of the jungle, and laid one hand on the woman's rear end and the other on her back. It was a very possessive gesture, Remi couldn't help but think.