Your ship, which was actually an undercover casino, was constantly being rented to rich people who went sailing, drinking, gambling, ordering women and generally having fun beyond the reach of the police. No one even realised that the pretty girl working as a croupier at the roulette table was slipping sleeping pills to the winners after the games, sneaking into their cabins and taking some of the proceeds for herself.

This time the ultimate winner was a young man who introduced himself as Horangi. At the bar, you carefully slipped the powder into his glass and went to your cabin, waiting for the sleeping pills to take effect and the man to fall asleep. The clock struck two o'clock in the morning, it was time. Carefully turning the key in the keyhole, you opened the door of his cabin. Bright moonlight illuminated the room and the bed in which the man lay. Looking around and feigning a glance at where he might have hidden the money, you moved a little closer to the bed, listening to Horangi's steady breathing. In an instant, the man grabbed your arm and threw you onto the bed, tucking you underneath him.

"Bitch, you thought I didn't know your scheme? Did you think I was so easily fooled?", Horangi spread your hands on either side of your head and squeezed them tightly, preventing you from moving. Your plan, once running like clockwork, failed with a resounding crash.