Yes

"Why not?"

The wife clapped her gloved hands, the plastic balls on the ends of each glove smacking together in the process. "Splendid! now, if you don't mind, can I suggest an improvement for your outfit?"

Alex smiled at the woman's enthusiasm. She trusted her for some reason. Trusted her to not take advantage of the situation. "Sure, what do you suggest?"

"I see you're only wearing the one mitten. Presumably to make it easier for you to eat. But my husband here can help you eat, and I do believe you will like the feeling of wearing both at once."

Alex had been tossing up between wearing the second mitt after she finished eating anyway, and only had a little bit of her salad left anyway, so took the wife up on her offer.

The wife squealed in glee, and immediately went over to the keybearer to grab the second mitt. She held it between ball hands as she carried it back to the table.

"Kurtis, if would be so kind."

The husband, whose name was obviously Kurtis, grabbed Alex's arms lightly and buckled the second mitten on. Alex' hear skipped a beat as she saw it locked. She would now no longer be able to use her hands to do anything.

Alex brought her mittened hands up in front of her face, and tried to tug the straps on one mitt with the other. It was impossible to get off on her own.

"It's a splendid feeling, isn't it?"

Alex smiled. "Quite. I haven't ever worn mittens before."

The wife was interested. "What experience would you say you have had with bondage?"

"Well I just did some self-bondage in secret. Hid away some zip-ties and duct tape in my room. I looked up some tutorials online, so would then get into my togs and then hogtie myself. As I got better I also added a duct-tape gag and blindfold too."

The wife brought one arm up to her face in contemplation. "Hmm. A typical first start, but I am sure we can help you perfect your self-bondage technique, if you would like."

"Well everyone now knows I'm into bondage now, so there's no need to hide it anymore, I guess. I'd like that."

"Splendid. we can get onto that later. For now, I want to ask, what cabin are you in?"

Alex tested out her mittens a bit while she answered. "Oh, I'm just in one of the cheap ones. I forgot the number."

Kurtis began to pick up the fork and feed Alex. She initially rejected being treated like a baby, but Kurtis was insistent. She opened her mouth and let the food into it.

"Well that just won't do," the wife replied. "I will request that you join us in the villa."

"The villa?"

"Yes, of course! We have one of the private villas booked, and I'm sure I can get you transferred to stay with us while you are here."

Alex was given another mouthful. She ate it, and then thanked the wife for her hospitality.

"Oh don't mention it. You'll love it, I promise you that. Provided you help us out, We're all to happy for you to stay there. Isn't that right, Kurtis?"

Kurtis nodded. He was procuring the last fork-load of food. "Indeed. We'd be delighted. We always wanted a daughter. We ever had the chance to have kids of our own. So I hope you don't mind us temporarily adopting you."

Alex took that to mean that this was not going to involve any sex, which she was glad about.

The wife stood up. "Well, let's show you to our villa, shall we?"

Alex also pushed herself up to her feet with her gloved hands. "Sure thing."