Sonia grabbed her backpack and thanked the captain. The journey to the cabin was uneventful, but somehow Sonia felt she just missed one. There were cracks, and the hardwood floor was crumpled unnaturally in some corners, they looked new and she was actually concerned if the damage could jeopardize the integrity of the vessel. Still, seeing everyone including the crews was not paying them any immediate attention, she decided to do the same and mind her own business. 

The key to her cabin had been provided by the quartermaster, who, after a few inquires about the details of the accommodation included in her ticket, seemed agitated and was ready to nail a plaque that reads; [i]"[b]I really wish I weren't here right now![/b]"[/i]. So Sonia just gave up and decided to find her room by herself.

The door opened, and she immediately noticed the room had been aromatized. There were books and other personal belongings already placed near the second bed. Feeling that any further inspection of the stranger's stuff would be very rude, she stepped back. 

Smelled like sweetened talc and flowery fragrance of the old perfume. It was faint initially but felt very lingering the more she remained there. This... this was no ordinary scent, and now there was a funny sensation in her throat. Sonia hurried for the door, gasping for some 'neutral' air before addressing the matter to the nearby crew. 

"Excuse me," Despite being polite, there was a hint of frustration in her voice. It should be natural for Sonia to get angry, nothing had gone well so far, her ticket was printed with the wrong schedule, she had to climb to just be aboard, and now she was on the brink of constant sneezing after entering the wrong cabin. She wanted to complain about their terrible service as a paying customer should, but suddenly she remembered home, this day, her journey. Let's not do that. 

"Would you mind helping me *sniff* find my cabin?"

She showed the ticket, and no matter how polite she worded her request, the crew looked at her with an equally troubled look. However, he complied, and he ushered her... to the same room she had previously entered. 

"I believe there is a mistake. The room has already been occupied." Sonia gestured the crew to see it for himself and after checking, sighing, and rechecking the ticket, he seemed to agree, albeit reluctantly. 

"Yes, it seems to be the case. Please stay here, ma'am, I will ask the quartermaster about your room. He will be here shortly!" 

Then he dashed to the other side of the aisle. 

Feeling tired, Sonia rested on the nearby bench. Looking at the vessel from the inside suddenly made it clear that she might not be getting the room as they advertised; [i]Luxury suite ticket, including two beds, deluxe accommodations, and [b]full privacy[/b].[/i]

Yeah, especially the privacy part, not that she minded a company though, however, everything needed to be cleared out first. What she would be getting for what she had paid and how the arrangement would be. Everyone must follow the rules, right?  

[@spiral origin]