You give her your coins.

Marci has an imposing figure. Shes 6 feet tall, a few inches taller than you, and is the best fighter on the woman's wrestling team so she wouldn't even break a sweat if she had to beat you down. You sigh as you slowly get on your knees and dig out all your coins. You hand them over to her and she happily accepts them. "wow, that was WAY easier than I thought it would be" she laughs maliciously to herself as she counts all the coins you gave her. You sadly look down at the dirty arcade floor. Marci notices your pitiful body language and scoffs. "You know. You could at least try to not be such a fucking loser every once in a while. Or at least try not to look like one" She says as she eyes your disheveled clothing and messy hair. You look up at her slightly confused but also just tired of her constant berating.

You rub your neck with one hand as you dart your eyes back to the floor once you make eye contact with her piercing green eyes. "C-can I uhhh go now?" you huff sadly. She purses her lips as she thinks for a moment. It almost appears as if shes trying to come to some kind of decision as she stares at you on your knees in front of her.