Four of Clubs, the Devil's Bedpost.

“You look nervous Chichotas.” Orterres goads Monika, “A Jack will be hard to beat.”

The redheaded bounty hunter doesn't answer, knowing the gangster's words are true, a door knock, however, interrupts Monika's attempt to draw her card.

“What is it?” Orterres yells, quite annoyed at being disturbed.

The short, greasy looking guard from the gangplank sheepishly enters with a folded note in his hand.

“Get out of here you little toad.” Monika snaps.

Orterres takes the note from his guard but with a disapproving scowl at Monika. “It's not your place, Chichotas, to order around my employees. now apologize to Luis.”

“Go to hell.” The frustrated bounty hunter's temper, something she has wrestled with all her life, gets the better of her.

“I see.” The gangster turns his attention to his guard. “Luis, did my guess treat you well?”

“No, boss.” He shakes his head. “She said I was short, fat and stupid. This one is a first rate cunt.”

“Hmm.” Orterres looks at the irate bounty hunter. “I was going to simply fuck you, Chichotas, but I know I see you need to be taught a lesson in respect and the proper role of a woman. If you lose, I am going to allow Luis here to have the first crack at you. He is good at teaching bitches their right place.”

“No fucking way!” Monika's face turns as red as her outfit. “Not in a million years.”

“To quote your own words,” Orterres answers with cold indifference, “Whatever you say, I will do?'”

Though simmering with rage Monika cannot refute her own words.

“Pick a card, Chichotas.” Orterres commands as he holds up the deck.

Her hand shaking, Monika draws a single card.

“Oh fucking please no!” The bounty hunter complains as her shoulders collapse in defeat. “This can't happen to me.”

“Four of Clubs. The Devil's Bedpost.” Orterres grins. “You lose, Chichotas.”

Orterres calmly instructs his guard, “Luis, go get the tools you use on pretty female clients who don't pay on time.”

“You mean the razor strap, clamps and the studded cock sleeve, boss?” The guard excitedly grins.

“Yes, Luis, those and the others.” The gangster sits back in his chair, “I have a new job for you.”