The lucky Queen of Hearts.

Though the odds are against her a strange calmness comes over the bounty hunter. Without concern Monika pulls a card and flips it towards Orterres before she even looks at it. The instantaneous expression of anger tells her the outcome of the wager.

“Lucky fucking bitch!” The gangster stews for a second before reaching down to open a floor safe to get the day pass, a forged metal medallion, before returning to his chair.

“Queen of Hearts, how about that.” Monika grins as she looks at the card, her personal favorite and her good luck charm.

“Here Carmesí.” Orterres tosses the medallion to Monika. “Take your winnings and go.” Catching the medal and seeing the anger still in gangster's eyes the adventuress wonders if it wise to have such a man as an enemy. Monika has heard the stories of what Orterres has done to his foes.

“Why not have an ally in the Undercity?” She muses as the risky wager and improbable win has not only put her in a good mood, but has greatly aroused the bounty hunter, as such thrills usually do. Monika then recalls the stories of Orterres' famed prowess in the brothels. For it has been months since the crimson adventuress has had sex, and masturbating has sadly become a daily routine. Looking again at Orterres she cannot help but focus on his powerful muscular frame.

“I'll make you a promise Khan,” Monika modifies her plans, “if my score goes well I will return and pay you the 2,000 gold for the medallion. After all, I could use a friend in the Undercity who knows our business.”

“Hmpt, the promise of a woman and a thief.” Orterres answers with pride. “You screwed me over twice and now you think we'll be business partners? Please, Chichotas, I'm not that stupid.”

“Well, I guess I could make a goodwill gesture.” With cat like grace Monika spins around on his desk to face the gangster straight on, her legs spread wide, straddling his chair. “What I really need is a bed for the night, since I can't use this thing until morning.” The bounty hunter cocks her head to the side to look at the medallion swinging from her hand and then down with intention at Orterres. “But you're probably right about me, I just want to screw you over.”