Inside of the bowels of the boat, we hear footsteps approaching. The footsteps stop halfway through and we hear a small boom as Angel of Filth drops her bags down. She walks over to a set of pipes, and she throws out a blanket. She takes a deep breath and sighs, smiling.
Filth: This really is a luxury. It's disgusting, filthy, and smells like stagnant ocean water. This is where I want to be.
Filth takes her room key and throws it into the nearby steam trap. She walks around, admiring the innards of the ship. The roar of the steam can be heard from within as she turns around hotel cleaning staff comes through with a broom, pushing a pile of dust across the floor. Filth drops on top of it.
Filth: Your services are no longer needed down here. I'll get it from here.
The staff looks around, raising an eyebrow. He then squints through the dim light and sees who he is talking to. He then shrugs his shoulders and walks of to other tasks. Filth stands up, not bothering to dust herself off as she walks around to collect the dust from every corner she can find.
Filth: This beautiful ship is full of things for everyone to do. A pool, which you will not find me near. Same can be said for the beautiful showers. Shuffleboard on deck, a club to get your fruity little drinks from, listen to your contemporary dance nonsense, a casino, several restaurants that are well above my budget... Comedy shows... anything your heart desires, really. Unless you're me. If you are not sheep who just follow the rest of the flock.
Filth drops the broom to the floor and sits down in the big pile she has collected.
Filth: If you're a filthy heathen who wants to enjoy the darker side, participate in fight clubs, get blackout drunk, hide your precious identity under a mask and come join the debauchery. You can still get up and visit the chapel the next day to repent for your sins after having the most fun you will ever have in your life. To participate, feel free to contact any member of G.R.I.M.E. for the details of this otherwise hush-hush week long clusterfuck.
Filth picks a handful of dirt up and lets it fall over herself with a smile on her face.
Filth: Who knows? Maybe you will like the anonymity of being under a mask. Recruitment is an option, lovelies. Come live life on the dark side.
Filth shrugs and lays back, making a dirt angel before rolling over onto her stomach, doing a sexy pose, despite being covered in dirt. She winks at the camera.