Clarissa, smiling brightly, said to Xenia, "Tonight, you'll sleep with that disfigured man. I arranged this outcome especially for you—you should thank me."
Xenia was silent for a few seconds before accepting her fate.
"Fine, let's do it," she agreed without hesitation. "Take me to meet the disfigured man."
Xenia had made up her mind. Whatever he looked like, it was far better than being thrown unconscious into the men's restroom by Clarissa.
"Smart choice." Clarissa, as if she had anticipated Xenia's decision, looked quite pleased. "Follow me."
Clarissa led Xenia down to the fifth floor—the hotel section of the luxury cruise ship.
"That ugly guy in the mask seems pretty well-off; he's staying in a presidential suite," Clarissa explained as they walked. "But that doesn't necessarily
