The jovial banter and revelry from the lower decks faded as the lift climbed up to the first-class levels
She had caught your eye, and you hers, you only had her on your mind since your first brief encounter at the wharf before boarding. You also had no idea how she found your cabin, but you had noticed notes appear from under your door periodically
She was Ouro Kronii, she was staying in cabin 37, she had seen your easel and paint brushes along with your luggage and asked for you to come by and show her your "artistic techniques"
The lift doors opened and drew you out of your Kronii-induced trance. The first-class areas were magnificently opulent, yet you felt very uneasy
Instinctively you felt the piercing, aloof glares and heared the uptight remarks about yourself
"This wasn't your floor", "Why is there a dirty cabin boy in my sight?", "He should be down in the lower decks with the rrats and the rest of his ilk"
You were an honest, hard working young man who had spent his life savings on a hobby, a ticket and a dream, across the Atlantic and to a better home. The abrasiveness of some posh nobodies didn't phase you in the slightest
You take off your flat cap with your free hand and brush back your hair, the easel and canvas were cumbersome and you accidentally bumped into some snarky toffs as you approached Kronii's quarters
The door opened as if she knew you were just outside, she grabbed you by your free arm and pulled you in with a strong, earnest tug
"So, Mr. Anon I take it" sounding as deadpan as she could, but you could feel the excited aura from her
"Yes, Ms. Kronii?" you stutter, she was even more gorgeous up close; so delicate and elegant in a tight fitting corset dress, a stark contrast to you in your rugged trousers and stained white top
"I noticed you and wanted to ask you to paint me" she smiled slyly, leaning closer to examine your reaction to her
"If you wish, madam" what a meek response, you never felt more put in your third class place, this woman was too good for you and you felt as if you weren't worthy of her time and attention
"Please, call me Kronii, Anon" giving you a wink, she had been holding your free arm this whole time and gently let it go as she left to lay down on the ornate french couch
Setting up the easel and canvas and opening your box of paint and brushes, Kronii turns around "Oh, do you mind if I remove some layers Anon? Its awfully hot in this get up"
You instinctively nod, almost too enthusiastically. Kronii just giggles as she undresses down to her undergarments
A white, lacy and short corset pushed up her already ample bosom and exposed her flat, smooth abdomen. Her underwear was just as erotic, with straps going down her thighs, leaving a prominent skindentation. Her bra was straining to hold in her chest, it looked incredibly uncomfortable from the red marks under the straps
Kronii noticed your observation as you quickly hid your head behind the canvas. She laughed and undid the bra, her huge breasts spilling out over her corset, her soft pink areolas and her puffy nipples stood out on her pale, soft mammaries. She lay down on the couch and gazed at you with a knowing and amourous expression
"Now draw me like one of your French girls"