63 (as suggested by a reader)

The first knife landed on 16. The next on 22.

Michelle knew that, with 38 already, he was near victory. A victory over her body.

He said : "It looks like you are affraid my dear. You don't have faith in your luck anymore? Let's see."

He take a long breath, aimed an threw his knife on 25. It was nearly on the line, but it was clearly a score of 25.

Michelle paled, and finded herself hard to breath. She had lost, and she knew that she won't be screwed just once.

Ivan said : "So if I'm reading correctly what's on your door, you are now my bitch and I'm the one to choose for how long."

Michelle hardly nodded, still having difficulties to cope with her situation.

Ivan said : "Well... then I would like to be your master for 3 years. But who knows, may be after that you'll want to stay with me longer.... we'll see in time. Now it's time for me to collect."

Michelle feared the look in his eyes.

"Get naked on the bed, unlucky bitch. And on your back."