The main deck of the ship.

The ship's main deck is where one can get the best view of the dock as the cruise departs, and given what you now know of Jennifer's transgressions, you feel as though she should take a little public humiliation before the entire ship is isolated and the consequences of her actions can occur solely in private.

Your wristband has a remarkably user-friendly interface, allowing you to simply drag-and-drop Jennifer's personal profile onto a three-dimensional map of the cruise-liner, and doing so results in a message indicating that the **** in question is traveling, along with an overlayed set of directions for you to follow, converging on her location.

You only need them until you reach the deck yourself.

Jennifer Lawrence stands on the far side of the deck, glancing from her own wristband to the wooden span of the deck and back, blue eyes searching you out. She pales when she sees you, hesitates for a moment before walking in your direction. Clad in a simple black bikini, potentially the only clothes she's been allowed for the duration of this trip, Jennifer's collar stands out against her pale skin, unable to be hidden, a beacon for every pervert and sadist gathered under Starliner's banner:

Fresh meat, come get her...

'Good morning, Sir,' Jennifer says as you approach, the words clearly grinding against some internal resistance. 'You wished to see me?'

'Yes,' you respond, a fire burning inside you. This trip is a singular chance for you to act out your basest desires, freed of consequences, separated from society and its judgments, a playground for the hedonist inside you. There's no need to hold back even in the slightest, here.

With that in mind, you reach out and grab Jennifer by the hair, forcing her into your arms for a kiss, deep and dominating, you taking ownership of her. Your tongue pushes into her mouth, tasting her, taking whatever you want. Jennifer stands stiffly in your grasp, her breasts pressed against your chest, covered only by a single thin layer of material, offering only the occasional grunt as you probe her mouth.

She gasps when you allow her to break away, drawing in a rapid breath and stepping back. Panting, her voice trembles when she speaks, 'Do I please you, Sir?'

But you aren't done with her yet. You came up here to humiliate her before the prying eyes of those milling about on the dock below, after all...