Yes, by walking straight up to the guard.

“The direct approach is probably best.” Monika gambles as she walks down the hill heading straight to the boat.

As the buxom redhead approaches, the a short, stocky and greasy looking guard visually rapes every inch of Monika's fine frame. “Damn bitch, put some more bounce in those tits.” He crudely jokes.

When the bounty hunter goes towards the gangplank he holds up his hand. “Sorry hot stuff, the casino is closed.” He then gives a lecherous grin. “The strip club, however, is having auditions.”

“Charming.” Monika rolls her eyes as she stops in front of the lecherous little pig. “I'm here to see your boss.”

“No can do Juggie, come back tomorrow night, unless you want to make a quick 10 silver from me for a little back alley work.”

“I don't do short, fat or stupid; especially if rolled into one.” Monika coldly retorts as she lifts up the red, black and gold wrap she wears around her waist and rests her hand on her gun. “I'm here on business and Orterres is an old friend. Now do your job you little toad and stop fucking with me.”

The guard's anger is check by Monika's icy stare and the sound of the safety going off. “Wait here.” He sneers and heads up the plank and disappears into the boat. Monika can slowly hear the rumblings of a increasingly heated conversation coming from inside. The last line, clearly that of Orterres, can be made out, “She better be as good looking as you say, because I am fucking busy!” Soon the little troll slinks back, “The boss will see you” he murmurs.

Taking a deep breath Monika walks up the gangplank and is directed to a nearby office. Inside, sitting behind a desk, is an imposing specimen of man. From the neck down he is similar to Monika's former lover Garrison; powerfully built, broad chested and covered with muscles. His face, however, can best be described as homely, with a large nose, numerous scars, tattoos, a few piercings, along with several golden false teeth. Scattered across his desk are various receipts, ledgers, casino chips, porno mags, a half drunken bottle of gin, cards from an unfinished solitaire game, along with an handgun and a large switchblade.

“Hello Khan.” Monika puts on her best friendly feminine face while striking a nonchalant pose. “How's it been?”