The boat

Sydney clutched the champagne glass in her hand, glancing around at the numerous foreign-speaking guests at the party on deck. Chatting, laughing.

Sydney, or rather Svetlana...is dressed in a long red dress, breasts barely contained, the VERY low cut style showing off her supple cleavage. Long, brunette hair spills down her shoulders, framing her beautiful face it’s expressive eyes and full, juicy glossy lips.

She waits patiently, keeping a look out for her target. She speaks into an earpiece hidden discreetly. "Dixon, I don't see any sign of him."

"He might come up soon to speak with his guests, or you could try below deck."