With attitude.

“You're not my boss.” Monika bluntly declares while placing her other hand on her hip while striking a defiant pose. “No man orders me around. You're just one part of a business contract. So lets stop dicking around and tell me what you want and how much you're paying.”

“Hmpt,” Nevin chuckles, “the beautiful ones are always so bitchy. But I like your fire, you've must be one hell of a ride in the sack. But okay, Red, have it your way.” The businessman reaches down and takes a picture from within a locked draw in his desk and places it before Monika for her inspection. It's a colored drawing of a large phallic device that is open at its base and hollow inside. It's bronze in color with various gems encrusting its shaft, acting as studs. According to the picture's annotations the strap-on is a foot long and rather thick.

“You want me to find you a dildo?” Monika's eyes roll, “You like it that much in the ass, or are you trying to compensate for some deficiency?”

“Neither.” Nevin grins, amused by the juvenile banter with the gorgeous redhead. “Though I do enjoy taking a woman from behind, but that isn't why I called you here, at least not now. The dildo is supposedly an ancient relic possessing magic powers that if used correctly can drive a woman mad with lust or transform a man into well hung bronzed muscular god, hence its colloquial name, 'the Bronze Bitch Breaker.'”

“So you are compensating.” Monika smirks.

“I can arrange a demonstration on you, if you're so curious and insistent.” This time Nevin's statement isn't rhetorical as he looks up at the bounty-hunter and waits for a reply.