You have a perfectly good cabin...

The cabins on this boat are pleasant and, mostly unsurprisingly, devoted largely to the bed. Big and soft, it nearly fills the room, leaving little space for a closet and en suite, though you know already this doesn't matter; there are plenty of other places on the ship for whatever else you might need. The cabins are tailor made for the specific, prurient purposes of this cruise.

It would have been nice to have gotten there first, given enough time to prepare or at least marshal your thoughts, but alas, it is not to be: Karen has already arrived by the time you open the door. She stands in the middle of the one open space in the cabin, between the door and the bed, and it's immediately apparent that her eyes had been trained on the door intently until you arrived; she blinks and takes a step back as the door opens, an involuntary squeak leaving her lips.

She's wearing a bra and panties in a gentle, pastel pink shade, frills of lace accentuating the line of her hips, the gentle curve of her chest. Otherwise, it's all pale skin and soft bodied elegance, captured in an expression of pure nervous energy. The collar at her throat will keep her still for you, though; it'll put her in any position you desire, in fact.

'You called for me, S-sir?' Karen stammers, all to aware of her nudity in the presence of you, a complete stranger. 'What can... How may this **** serve you?'