Nevin is stronger than he looks.

At first the match appears to be dead even, with both contestants' muscles straining, their teeth clenching as faint grunts of desperation slip from their lips. Monika is clearly the more skilled combatant, possessing far greater agility, speed and martial skill, but unfortunately for the over confident bounty hunter, such things have little use in an arm wrestling contest. Soon the redhead's gender and smaller size betray her. Slowly, inevitably, Nevin drives the gorgeous' thief hand down towards the table.

“Fuck.” Monika hisses as her arm is pushed beyond the half way mark. Trying to redouble her efforts makes little difference now that leverage is also against her.

With a loud thud, the back of Monika's hand is slam against Nevin's desk, clearly proclaiming who is the victor and who is defeated. “Damn it all.” The fiery redhead kicks the front of his desk.

“Not use to losing, are you Red?” Nevin cannot hide his amusement.

“Fuck you!” Monika lashes, still pissed about her defeat.

“It wasn't my idea about arm wrestling.” The businessman holds up his hands. “But a deal is a deal.”

“Don't worry.” Monika grimaces, “Contrary to rumor, I honor my word.”

“I know.” Nevid nods, “That's why I hired you.” Taking the sailing ship pass in hand he beckons the bounty hunter to his side of the desk.

With a resigned huff, Monika complies and walks over to the businessman and takes the pass. Nevin then takes hold of his belt buckle, but before undoing it looks over the defeated Monika with great sanctification. “Well that leaves just one more thing.” He proudly proclaims, “Lose the top Red, and get your knees, it's time to pay up for losing.”