Yes, what other choice does she have.

Taking one final hit of the clerk's beer the busty bounty hunter stands. “I have little choice, unless you want to sneak me in.” She places her hand on his shoulder and teases him, “And I would make it worth your while.”

“But, but, I can't.” The official becomes quite flustered. “You shouldn't. Orterres is a gangster!”

“Don't worry, I'm use to dealing with bad men.” Monika leans down and whispers into the clerk's ear with a husky voice. “It's the nice guys that really push my buttons.” Straightening up the crimson temptress struts out of the tavern knowing that the clerk's eyes are glued on her swaying backside. Though enjoying playing around with the official, Monika realizes Orterres is going to be far harder to manipulate.

Making her way through the Undercity Monika comes to the worse end of town, the waterfront. The place is teaming with life. Merchants, vendors, laborers, beggars, whores and other ne'er-do-wells bustling about its dirty streets. Strangely, it feels like home. On the river behind a seedy looking strip joint is parked Orterres' gambling house boat, called the “Lucky Lady.”

“Never one for originality.” Monika thinks to herself as she surveys the ship and the surrounding area from hill top street looking down on the river.

The casino, if one could call it that, won't open until nightfall, but there is a guard station at the gangplank. Monika ponders if it would be better to try and sneak on board or simply seek an audience with Orterres.