Saved by Remi the maid.

Charlotte was genuinely considering it. Sure, this guy was a random stranger in an unfamiliar place offering her ****, but that would hardly be the shadiest offer she had accepted during her long partying career. Plus, she hadn't smoked in nearly three days now, and for a wake-and-bake gal like her that was a pretty long time. The fact that this generous stranger was easy on the eyes didn't exactly hurt, either.

That didn't mean it seemed legit. Something about the stranger's body language seemed off to her, and Charlotte was finding it difficult to take him up on his offer just based on her instincts. She was a wild one, but that didn't mean that she was stupid.

Charlotte affected a gracious smile (a little sloppy given her state of mind) and shook her head. "Noooo thank you!" she said. "I'm just having fun by my little old lonesome." Immediately she knew that she had made a mistake. Admitting out loud to a guy like this that you were alone was never a good idea, even if he could see that it was the case. But she had said it, and it was too late to take it back.

"C'mon," the guy said. He held the door to his room wide open, though it definitely wouldn't stay that way if Charlotte chose to go with him. "Just come in for a quick smoke, we can have some fun. I promise." There was an edge to the look on his face, making Charlotte feel even more uncomfortable than she already was.

"That's enough, Paul," came a new voice. This one was clearly feminine. Charlotte turned to see a woman that looked like she had just stepped out of some sort of soft core porno flick. The woman had dark skin and hair, offset by the white in her strange French maid's uniform. She had one hand on her hip and the other holding a basket of folded laundry.

"Fuck off, Remi," 'Paul' said. "What are you even doing here? This is between me and gorgeous, leave us alone."

"My job. And to see if you've seen Safiya," the maid said. She was clearly keeping a close eye on Charlotte and standing close enough that Paul wouldn't just be able to grab her. The ring of keys on 'Remi's' sash belt probably wouldn't help him hide out in his room, either.

Paul looked between Charlotte and Remi and started muttering curses to himself, clearly having been beaten. He didn't say anything more, only going back inside and slamming the door behind him. Charlotte instantly felt safer, even through her drunken haze, though the strange woman that had intruded on their conversation seemed pretty scary on her own merits.

"You doing alright, hun?" Remi asked, her stony face softening when she turned back to Charlotte. "Can I help you get anywhere? I work for the ship staff. Hence the uniform." She glanced down at herself, looking a little disgusted with her whole get-up.