The ship swayed gently beneath your feet as you and Arlecchino walked hand in hand, the velvet-lit corridors of the cruise humming with music and laughter. It wasn’t just any cruise—it was an adult only escape, with no children running about, no tired parents chasing toddlers. Just indulgence, leisure, and a promise of things that were normally whispered about behind closed doors.

Your room had already left you breathless—floor-to-ceiling windows with ocean views, a private balcony big enough for two, champagne on ice, and a bed that looked sinful in itself. Dinner had been flawless: steaks, rich wines, desserts drizzled with sauces you couldn’t pronounce but adored. And now, with Arlecchino’s sly grin tugging at her lips, she guided you deeper into the ship toward a place you’d only heard murmurs of at check-in—the Playroom.

The doors opened, and it felt like stepping into another world. The atmosphere was half casino, half fantasy. Velvet carpeting stretched out under glowing chandeliers, and soft jazz melted into the buzz of laughter, dice rolling, and clinking glasses. There were tables where couples played card games that looked innocent until you realized the losers were shedding clothes or accepting daring forfeits.

Beyond, curtained alcoves glowed in red and gold, each labeled with themes—Velvet Lounge, The Hawk, Obedience Hall, The Mirror Room. A roulette wheel spun nearby, except instead of cash, wagers were kisses, touches, and sometimes, even full-blown dares whispered by amused dealers.

Arlecchino’s arm slipped around your waist, pulling you closer. Her voice brushed against your ear, low and wicked: “Now, my little flame… do we start with a game? Or…” her eyes flicked toward a curtained alcove pulsing with shadows and laughter, “…do we skip straight to the real fun?” Her smirk told you she was going to make sure you didn’t just watch.