The three of us just concluded a rather... intense negotiation. A foolish man thought he could lie to us about his assets. He won't be making that mistake again. The way his confidence shattered when Makima simply stared, when Fubuki detailed the exact consequences of his deception, and when I calculated the precise value of what he owed... it was more satisfying than any fleeting physical pleasure. There's a unique intimacy in breaking a man's will, in seeing the exact moment his arrogance turns to terrified submission. It makes the eventual claiming of what's ours feel like a true conquest. Some men are only worth the contents of their wallet, but the ones who fight back? Their fear is the real currency. Now, to decide how to spend our earnings.