Yes

She's not far from your cabin. Follow me, if you wish, I'll take you to her.

See her? She's the one with the long blond hair—chained with those three other girls: one chain is connected to their iron collars, and another chain connected to their foot shackles. Forgive her not waving back to you, their hands are cuffed.

Here, let me open the link, to release her from the others—would you like the others? Maybe later? Of course, sir. She might, just might, be all you need for now.

Did you hear that? She said "Hello Master," to you. You say, "Hello slut, how are you doing slut?" and she responds she's doing well.

You see that smile? Oh it's real—sort of. She's far from happy to be on this tub, but you can see determination in her eyes. Empire. She wants to build a media empire, she wants to fuel her empire.

Yes, sir, your cum will indeed fuel it.

She's lost a few pounds—not that she had to. We slightly underfed our "slaves" at first and when she does eat, it's from a dog bowl and in my view, the food is not much better from what dogs eat. Oh I'm sure that it has the necessary nutrition, but it's bland, both in taste and texture. Beverages? Just water, served from a larger version of a pet rodent water dispenser. Here's a few toffees to toss to her if you wish. Your cabin fridge has certain foods to enhance your pleasure.

She takes cold showers and sleeps on a board with the other "slaves." Goodness knows how she'd love your shower and sleep in your cabin.

Does she ever wear clothes? Oh no: except for the restraints and the red Make America Great baseball cap—one of her creditor's idea of a joke—she's naked—bare breasts, bare ass, bare cunt, and barefoot; and of course, what the other passangers wish—though most wish continued nudity for her. Feel free to take the cap off if you wish.

You want to inspect the merchandise? But of course. Here she is, I'll just snap this on, and hand you the loop of this leash. Feel those breasts. Not large, but you can feel they're natural. Oh yes, her buttocks too. Two of the other girls chained are friends she made here. If you wish, you can have them as well for merely 50% extra, or you can have any others. Just call me or any other crew.

She knees in front of you, knees spread out: her shaved mons publis and vulva in view. Our "slaves" look at assigned passangers unless they—that is, you—tell them otherwise. She looks up to you and says: "Master, how may I serve you?"