Yes, the Wager of Oo-Mox.

Kenya grimaces, knowing these Ferengi are more horny than greedy. "Fine." Considering the seriousness of her case, the lieutenant has little choice but to gamble. "I challenge you to the Wager of Oo-Mox."

The younger guards cheer like randy high school kids, while the sergeant chuckles, "Do you even know what the wager is, female?"

"Yes, I have two minutes to stimulate you to make you go Oom." Kenya tries to hide her disgust, while hoping the rumors about how sensitive Ferengi ears are true, and all that she will have to touch is them.

"And if you don't?" The sergeant smiles.

"I lose a piece of clothing and get spanked."

"And is the wager then over?"

"No, I get to keep on trying until you Oom, or," Kenya has to take a distasteful swallow, "I"m stripped naked."

"And if you get stripped naked?" The sergeant leans over the table showing real interest for the first time tonight.

"You get to have your way with me." Kenya coldly states.

"Then we have a contract." The sergeant gives a sadistic grin, "But you will play against all three of us."

"What?!" The lieutenant loses her composure, a rare thing for her. "You have to be joking!"

"No female, considering all three of us are on guard duty and that the youthfulness of my associates will be greatly effected by your beauty, it only makes the wager more equatable. Unless you're afraid that you lack such basic feminine skills?"

Kenya knows she is being played, but slavers that might have time travel capability must be stopped. "Fine, I agree, we have a contract." Looking at the young guard to her right, Lt. Nyarai states, "Start the clock."