[Funds were very easy for a woman like her to simply... come across. She cannot say that she has ever really had to try that hard to find what she needed, taking advantage of how slow in the head some men could be in the company of a woman as beautiful as she was- or, could make herself be, depending on tastes. But... She wasn't all that interested in it, besides the nice things she coveted and the things she wished to do. She jingles the coin pouch...

And then slips it back inside of her kimono with a flash of the colorful tattoo across her left breast, honeycomb oozing beneath a deadly wasp across her skin.]

A favor, then.

[That sounded far more interesting.]

But what shall our wager be? Shall we choose ourselves a champion... ? Or perhaps, we play as if we are proper cheerleaders for the factions we have chosen... ?