<strong>Name:</strong>21<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galley<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><em>"Glaze. Glaze? But I want a sammich. Sweet and sour and savory. Drizzling it with glaze would require..."</em><br/><br/>She taps her lips, thoughtfully.<br/><br/><em>"...well, the captain's assistance. But I was hoping the Boss would give me a thorough disciplinary shafting later on." </em>She smiles, ever so slightly, toying with the thick metal cuffs on her outfit.<em>"An hour fifteen is just enough to get acquainted, if we kep it brief. As for the luxury liner guests - well, you know the kind. Absurdly rich, overpampered, underfucked, and willing to pay for the illusion of a real adventure. Luckily, we need their monies."</em>