The Machinery
ALL MOVING PARTS ILLUSTRATED.
Hosted Checkout: the till that takes everything.
A customer arrives with whatever is in their wallet — coin of any realm, chain of any speed. The hosted page greets them in their language and their currency, quotes a price that will not move, and accepts all forty-plus instruments without your stack learning a single new word.
Drop-in widget for those who prefer the till inside their own shopfront; hosted page for those who prefer us to hold the door. Both come with the same guarantee: the rate your customer sees is the rate you receive.
Integration is a single redirect or a single script tag. The company's stopwatch says nine minutes; the record, held by an intern, is four.
Pay Links: an invoice that fits in a sentence.
No storefront, no code, no ceremony. Type an amount, press the link, and send it wherever conversation happens — an email signature, a Telegram thread, the bottom of a paper invoice, a QR on the till.
Each link carries the full machinery: forty currencies accepted, rate locked at open, screening at the door, settlement to your account. It expires when you say so and reports back through the same webhooks as everything else.
Freelancers bill with it, funds collect with it, one bookseller in Lisbon runs an entire shop on it. The gate does not judge; it settles.
The Rate Lock: fifteen minutes of certainty.
The red line is the market having feelings. The black line is your invoice, which has none. From the moment a quote is issued, the gate carries the difference — up, down, or sideways — for fifteen signed minutes.
Hedged across venues in real time, the lock costs the merchant nothing and is honoured to the fourth decimal. A quote is a promise, not an opening bid.
Volatility, as the front page notes, is checked at the door like a coat. We keep the cloakroom ticket.
Screening: ninety milliseconds at the velvet rope.
Every inbound coin is interviewed before it may touch your balance: cross-examined against the consolidated sanctions registers — the current list is filed at the developer desk, traced for darknet and mixer ancestry, and profiled for behaviour that smells of trouble. The interview lasts ninety milliseconds — long enough to be thorough, short enough that honest money never notices. Dirty coins are refused at the rope with a full paper trail for your compliance desk; the Travel Rule is observed in both directions. Your auditors receive minutes of every meeting. They have described the reading as "soothing."
Mass Payouts: a thousand salaries, one envelope.
One CSV or one API call carries a thousand recipients: contractors in twelve countries, affiliates in forty currencies, a support fund in stables. The gate fans it out across the right networks at the right fee weather and reports each landing individually.
Batches are atomic where the chain allows and reconciled where it doesn't. Failures — a dead address, an expired invoice — return to sender with a note, not a shrug.
Treasury teams describe the experience as "sending one email." We consider this the highest compliment in payments.