Fortuna lost the game!

Fortuna had fallen to her knees on the rug in her tent with her legs underneath her, cradling her naked breasts with her arms to hide them. "This can't be... After all the work I've done to build up the Soldiers of Fortune, put them on the map, hold their leash and turn them into a profitable **** of super soldiers... you just had to ruin it! You just had to stick your nose in where it doesn't belong! Do you know how hard I've worked?!" she snapped, her lips quivering with indignation. "And-And-And how do I deserve it, of everybody here?! I'm the only one of these freaks who doesn't see a battlefield as a playground! I'm the only one who doesn't thing Five Finger Fillet is a fun Friday night pastime! I'm the only one that-!"

Robin interrupted, mimicking the other girl's "tut-tut" voice to tell her to shoosh. "Your karmic counter tells me you enabled the Soldiers of Fortune to get away with ****, figuratively speaking, maybe literally. Without you as the brains of the operation, I doubt they'd have become the well-oiled battle machines they turned out to be. You pointed them where they needed to go to get money, stay well-supplied, spread their name recognition, and a lot more, I assume. Am I wrong?" she retorted. As the two spoke, she leisurely gathered up all of the items forfeited so far into a black, lacquer trunk-- one that used to belong to Fortuna. Like everything else the woman had owned, it was now Robin's by right. "Besides, nothing's truly over! There's still more for you to do."

"What?" Fortuna asked, raising her head and narrowing her eyes. "Are you joking? If I go out there, naked, they're going to see me for what I am: a fraud! I'm not the strongest mercenary, I'm just an ordinary woman! Those hell-hounds are going to eat me alive! Even if I wasn't stark naked, they'd still know I lost to you! I'll never recover from this!"

"Not necessarily! Now that your whole organization belongs to me, I think it's time for a soft rebrand!" Robin returned with a smile, kneeling down to Fortuna's same height. "You see, I've got a need for staff at my new casino. You and all the rest of them still have massive karmic debts, even after everything I've won off of you. Working there will be the perfect way to get yourself back down to zero, then become productive members of society."

"You want me to be a... a what? A card dealer, like you? You want me to work in some gambling den like a commoner?"

"You're already working out of a tent in the desert! Even if yours is nicer than the other tents, come on, it won't be a step down."

Fortuna rose back up to her feet, crossing her arms and trying not to look affected by her stark nakedness that Robin was shamelessly eating up with her eyes. When the woman stood all the way up to her full height, no slouching, arms crossed, it was briefly possible to see her as a powerful mercenary again... unless one looked at how her legs were trembling like she was about to wet herself. "I am Fortuna, leader of the Soldiers of Fortune, and I will not be humbled to work as the underling of some two-bit card shark!" she insisted, although she was unable to stop her lower lip from trembling. "If you insist on this fool's game of trying to make a servant out of me, just know that my **** will be swift and terrible! I am not the kind of woman who forgets and forgives when she's wronged!"

Robin looked to Betty, who was giggling and kicking her legs seated on the table's edge, then to Colline, who was squirming beside Betty with anticipation. "Oh, Fortuna... you do realize that you're going to be humbled a lot worse before we get to that part, don't you? Being given honest work at a soon-to-be five star casino is not the worst thing you're going to endure tonight." She grinned devilishly, approaching and making lecherous little squeezing motions with her hands.

The leader of the Soldiers of Fortune, deprived of all of her fearsome attire, shrank back into herself and bit at her fashionable blue nails. "Y-You wouldn't dare!"