It’s Not Your Pod Sweetie
I was working business class on a flight to London where there were private pods. A lady wandered into an occupied one, half-naked and proceeded to sit down on the man who paid for the pod. She even snuggled him.
We asked him if he knew her and he said no. We almost had to drag her back to her seat because she refused to leave. She drank some alcohol before the flight and took a sleeping pill after.