Jack of Diamonds.

“Hmpt.” Monika almost laughs, “Fate is fucking with both of us.” She flips up her card, a Jack of Diamonds.

“Tied!” Orterres is equally surprised. “Now what, draw again?”

“I think that might be against the game.” Monika ponders “It was suppose to be one card draw each and we have to stick with what we got, or it could bring us bad luck.”

“What type of mystic, superstitious, psycho-babble shit are you talking about woman?” Orterres looks completely lost about Monika's train of thought. “So no one gets what they want?”

“Or maybe,” Monika explains, “the cards are telling us to compromise and meet each other half way. So how about this: I get the pass, but will pay half of what I have, 500 gold. And I promise to return with another 1,000.”

“So I get 1,500; 500 now and a 1,000 latter?” Orterres, ever the businessman, becomes more serious, “But what about the part where I get my payback? You know, fucking the hell out of you.”

“I guess we have to compromise about that too.” Monika feels a swelling of her cunt as she resigns herself to trade away her body for the pass. “You still get to bang me, but I get to be on top.”

“Is that fair?” Monika asks a bit halfheartedly. She wasn't planning on having sex with the gangster, but she has to get into the Overcity and never goes back on a bet.

Orterres doesn't say word, but instead produces a forged metal medallion from a floor safe. Throwing the day pass on his desk next to Monika he says, “Here's your winnings, now let me see mine.”