What bad thing did you do last night?

The luxurious cruise ship set sail from the Persian Gulf, heading into the Indian Ocean through the Arabian Sea, passing by numerous islands such as Phuket in Thailand and Langkawi in Malaysia. During the stops, passengers could disembark and enjoy the scenery and cuisine of these countries.

Amelia and her team were not on this cruise for leisure. Due to reaching a preliminary cooperation agreement with Ted, they had to change their original plans and delay disembarkation. Everyone seemed delighted by this unexpected turn of events, except for Amelia.

"Everyone has worked hard today, so let's relax a bit before we disembark," Mike said cheerfully, his good mood reflecting the near completion of their mission. The two female assistants eagerly praised their leader.

The cruise ship had 13 decks, complete with extensive recreational facilities, including 23 swimming pools both indoors and outdoors, a full-size football field, tennis courts, indoor climbing walls, and even a mini-golf course.

The sea at night, bathed in moonlight, looked mysterious and dangerous, draped in a silvery veil.

Lucy and Carolyn, the two assistants, insisted Amelia join them for a spa treatment.

"Hey, Amelia, where did you go last night? We came by your room, but you weren't there," Lucy asked as they relaxed in a private spa suite.

Amelia froze momentarily, a few absurd images flashing through her mind. Her ears felt hot as she hesitated, "I went swimming downstairs."

She managed to sound natural enough, and the two assistants did not suspect anything. But a few minutes later, as Amelia lay on the massage bed, she did not expect Lucy to suddenly get up.

Lucy first noticed the tattoo on Amelia's lower back. "Wow, Amelia, you have a tattoo! What's it of?" she asked curiously.

Amelia, feeling embarrassed, hoped they wouldn't be too interested. "It's a name from Greek mythology," she replied vaguely.

But Lucy was naturally inquisitive and pressed on, "Which god? The design is pretty cool."

"Aphrodite," Amelia admitted.

Carolyn, who was also knowledgeable about Greek mythology, looked at Amelia with a meaningful expression. "Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, and one of the Twelve Olympians. She's known for her allure and charm."

Lucy immediately teased, "No wonder, Amelia! As an artist, you chose the goddess of 'sexual desire' to tattoo between your waist dimples—so fitting."

Amelia quickly explained, "It's because I'm a Pisces. The two fish of Pisces are Aphrodite and her son, Eros."

But Carolyn gave her no chance to defend herself, continuing, "Greek mythology is quite interesting. Aphrodite was desired by many gods, even Zeus. But she often rejected them, stirring their desires without yielding. It's a classic tale of beauty and temptation."

Somehow, Amelia's innocent and artistic image now seemed intriguingly sensual.

"I think the tattoo suits you perfectly," Lucy remarked, then suddenly gasped. "What happened to your skin? Are you having an allergic reaction?"

She moved closer to inspect, and Amelia, finally realizing what Lucy meant, turned red with embarrassment. She didn't want to admit she had spent the night with a stranger, so she lied, "It's not from yesterday..."

Lucy and Carolyn exchanged knowing looks. "Oh, I see. Your boyfriend must have done this before you left the country," Lucy concluded. "He's quite rough, isn't he?"

Carolyn, who was divorced and in her thirties, laughed suggestively. "Lucy, you just don't get it. Amelia's 'sex life' must be quite fulfilling."

Amelia, blushing deeply, wished she could disappear. The awkwardness was overwhelming, and she felt like she could only escape it by moving to another planet.

After the spa, Carolyn and Lucy decided to visit the nightclub on the ship, dressed provocatively, dragging Amelia along. After a few drinks, Amelia found herself being a third wheel and took the opportunity to leave.

Having indulged the previous night, she had no desire for another wild experience. Amelia left the nightclub and wandered along the deck, lost in thought. Nearby, an outdoor cinema played a classic movie, "Scent of a Woman." She settled into a lounge chair in the back row, watching the movie under the stars.

Exhausted, Amelia soon fell asleep. When she awoke, the movie had changed, and the crowd had dispersed. She lazily admired the bright moon and twinkling stars above, enjoying the peaceful night.

Suddenly, a male voice broke the silence.