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Nikki paid off the doorman with nearly a three-hundred dollar tip without so much as a second thought. One would not look at the rebellious youth and assume she was a person of privilege. With her various tattoos and punky clothing, including torn up jeans and a halter top that left little to the imagination, she very much looked like the sort of person who might rob a cruise line like the Saint Victory. Besides her rather unconventional appearance Nikki was in excellent shape, with a well toned midriff, 32C breasts, and youthful curves. Nikki leaned in and slipped another hundred to the doorman. Don't forget. Not a single soul comes up here unless we say so. Got it pops? Nikki let the doorman show himself out, flipped out her smartphone, and headed over to flop onto the massive bed. She was a bit of the outcast, having chosen rather than to follow the intended career her parents had laid out for her, but to make her own name for herself as an internet star. She was famous for her racy, damn near pornographic videos, as well as drug use, flippant disregard for authority, and getting in rather brutal fights. While at first this made her something of a disgrace, her own rising fame brought attention to her parents companies, and ultimately led to an increase in their stocks. Did you set up the cameras? Nala asked as she exited the restroom with a sigh. She'd just finished a shower, and was toweling herself off. Now Nala was the shining star of the family, having been groomed from birth to be an Olympian athlete. Having combined the best training science could offer, with Nala's naturally athletic physique, their parents had produced one of the best athletes in Human history, much less Iranian. Really it was only Nala who was full Iranian. Their father remarried after the eldest was born, wed to the heiress of an american oil empire. Niki and their youngest sister were born of that union, and looked it. Nala however had dark brown skin and incredibly toned muscles, with bright orange eyes and hair that had been dyed deep scarlet. Yeppers. We've got four different angles, and I've already paid off the ships security team to erase any loose footage they might catch throughout the ship. Just as Nikki finished speaking her phone rang. She held it up and shook it with a smile. And the angel does cometh! It was her youngest sister. The text revealed that she was on the ship, and heading up to the room. Bout damn time! Nala said impatiently as she dropped the towel and headed naked to the dresser. I'm so fucking tired of waiting on this. Nala slipped on a simple outfit consisting of a pair of red womens slacks made by Armani, and a red blouse made by the same. It was a masculine choice, but Nala was a strong woman, and feminine clothing rarely looked appealing with her figure. You and me both big sis. I am so...SO...looking forward to giving our little princess a taste of the good life! The two laughed and went about keeping themselves busy until their sister arrived. It wasn't hard given the sheer size of their luxury suite. It was bigger than many homes. The floor was carpeted in thick shag so deep it almost swallowed a persons feet, and the room came with not only a walk in shower big enough for five people, but a hot tub, a full sized lounge with a complete entertainment center, and their own mini-bar stocked with a cocktail of alcohol and beverages.