Tony and Samantha sat at a table near the far end of the room, affording them a view of the ocean. Tony was eyeing one of the goth women, dressed in tight vinyl, while Samantha eyed her apparent companion, a tall gothic male, dressed in a white poet's shirt with a scarlet velvet overcoat.
The waifish girl seemed to feel Tony's eyes on her, for she turned and made eye contact, walking over to the table, motioning for her companion to follow. "Hello," she said in a high-pitched voice," I'm Posey," grasping Tony's outstretched hand.
Her companion bowed low to Samantha, picking up her hand and kissing it, "I'm Damien." Samantha blushed; she was a sucker for the romantic types. Tony and Samantha introduced themselves, inviting Posey and Damien to sit with them.
They made small talk; Damien was a tech support manager for Gateway computers, while Posey was a manager for Hot Topic. They weren't married, as Tony and Samantha were, but they'd been companions for quite some time.
"So, I assume your fetish is bloodletting, then?" Tony asked them, getting an eye roll from Damien.
"That's the problem with people, they assume. All goths aren't vampire-obsessed. No..we're more into...changing, you could say," Damien replied, getting a chuckle from Posey.
"Uhh...changing?" asked Samantha,"I don't think I've heard of that one before. What is it?"
"It's much easier to show you than it is to explain," began Posey,"it sounds a lot weirder than it is."
"Umm, alright," Tony replied, "Wait...is that the fetish where the woman becomes the man in the bedroom, like with strapons and such?"
Damien laughed so hard that he nearly sprayed wine out of his nose. "No," he said, still coughing. "None of the gender-bending going on. I assure you, Posey is a bitch in the bedroom." This ellicited more chuckles from the two of them.
"Yeah," added Posey, "And Damien's definitely a real animal in the sack." Tony and Samantha looked at each other, confused, not getting the joke.
A loud ding came over the speakers in the room, "Attention Pleasure Island Customers, We have now entered International waters. Anything goes!"
The assembled mass cheered. Several couples were already heading out of the room, eager to begin the night's decadence. Getting into the spirit, several of the young women employed by the cruise line began to peel off their uniform tops.
"Well," said Damien, "Do you two want to learn about the changing fetish?"