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The polished wooden deck above is vibrating with the sounds of a dozen beautiful, fit girls laughing and dancing under the Mediterranean sun. They’re drinking champagne, snacking on hors d'oeuvres, and completely oblivious to what’s happening below. I’m in the bilge, strapped into a custom-made restraint system, my head locked in place. A complex network of gleaming pipes converges right at my face. The main pipe is connected directly to my open mouth. Every flush from the toilet is mine. Their shit, their spit, their piss, everything that leaves their perfect bodies becomes my only sustenance. This isn't punishment; it's a privilege. To be their ultimate plumbing, the hidden secret that keeps their party going without a care in the world.