She is!

There is a sudden metallic click and a grunt of surprise from behind you. Turning around to look, you notice that Mr. Signoria's muscular bodyguard's coat is open, and the shoulder holster he'd been wearing is empty. A large-caliber revolver is hovering in midair, suspended there by Queen's powers, aimed right between his eyes.

"Well? What are you waiting for, little girl?" Queen asks condescendingly. "An invitation? Take care of him."

Mr. Signoria's eyes bug out and he opens his mouth wide as he runs over to behind the mahogany bar for cover. However, you're still muting him, and the faint sounds coming out of his mouth sound like he's screaming through a pillow. Reaching under the bar he pulls out a menacing black pump-action 12 gauge shotgun. Made of plastic save for the barrel, as a matter of fact, so that Queen won't be able to yank it around as easily.

It doesn't matter; by the time he turns back around to try and take aim you're already in his face. You spread your index and middle finger and give him a vicious two-fingered poke in the eyes. He blinks just in time but drops the shotgun by reflex, staggering backwards in pain.

The shotgun falls neatly into your grip. When Mr. Signoria rubs his eyes and opens them again, he sees you standing there with a confident smile, pumping the shotgun almost erotically with your hand, ejecting the shells onto the floor one by one until it is completely unloaded.

"Sorry." you say, grabbing him gently but firmly by the throat as you toss the firearm aside, "I know you were hoping to 'unload your weapon' in a different fashion. If it makes you feel any better, I swear on Maiden America's tits this wasn't planned out beforehand."

"Well," Queen says with a titter, "I always did have a weakness for spur of the moment fun. In fact I'd love to see my girls have more with you, and they might be turned off knowing that a rat like Antonio had put his paws all over you. You're some kind of detective, right? Let's go search his personal effects. And if he's lucky, we'll find the location of the Don's hideout without me needing to get really 'persuasive' on him."

"You cunts..." Antonio stammers, scowling. "You're gonna die for this, Queen Bitch. Y'hear me? They're gonna find you strung up with piano wire!"

"Oh my. You naughty man..." Dr. Rainbow huffs. "Normally I would never even think of helping a do-er of injustice like Queen of Spades! But for you, mister, I'll make an exception!" She turns to Queen. "Can you bring me my wand, please, ma'am? I can give him a special truth serum that will get it out of him without us needing to spend any longer here than we have to?"

Queen considers a moment. "Well. I suppose I'll allow it... but don't think that this is going to get you out of another spin on the wheel, little girl."

The two thugs guarding the garage don't take much effort - you knock both of them down with a single chop to the back of the neck and have them cuffed before they can do anything. The other Full House members don't look pleased with Queen's sudden alliance with you but they know better than to question one of their monarchial mother's decisions.

Unfortunately, Dr. Rainbow doesn't have the guile in her to launch a sneak attack when she's handed her wand back. In fairness, she has to say the name of all her powers out loud before they take effect, and Queen could easily start **** her if she were to start saying anything with 'blast' or 'bomb' in the title. She conjures up a syringe of colorful goop and you hold Mr. Signoria down while she injects him with it. For such a sweet and humanitarian heroine, Dr. Rainbow sure has a lot of abilities that involve forcibly sticking people with needles.

"Alright, you devilish swan," you say to Queen of Spades. "Before we agree to help you any further we have to know that you're going to meet us halfway. I still plan to escape or seek rescue when this is over, and not only that, but you have to swear that this crime lord you're after is going to be delivered to the police, not the coroner."

She gives you a sour look. "You impertinent..."

You fold your arms resolutely. Queen considers and clears her throat. "Ahem. ...Very well. But only if you're able to promise ME that he won't escape punishment for... for my husband's ****."

"Oh! Oh..." Dr. Rainbow says, just now catching on. "M-my condolences."