Gatz wasn't sure what he'd expected. Her to push back maybe? This cat was strong willed, and stubborn it seemed. Not that he could blame her: he was asking her to disarm herself, and dress up like some Hutt's plaything. It wasn't exactly his idea of a good time either. Pretty boys like him didn't last long as Hutt servants.
To his surprise though, the cat burglar seemed willing to meet him halfway. She pulled her gloves off, a sight that shouldn't have been nearly as alluring as it was. How Noir managed to make every one of her movements seem sensual, he didn't know. Maybe it was an Echani thing. Regardless, he looked away, and let his trusty companion be filled with grenades.
Noir did leave the explosive behind, though. He appreciated that.
"What- what does the mask really do? And I don't say that to be an ass. I mean, I may not know who you are, but that's because I don't know your name, and we live in a galaxy with trillions of people. Not because your cheekbones have a thin scrap of fabric on them."
Filled to the brim with goodies, R4 closed the panel in his body. He tossed the blaster rifle that was in his manipulators to the ground, and Gatz winced, expecting it to go off. It didn't, thankfully. Then, R4 wheeled away to do something else with the four hours they had left until midnight.
"But, right, can't remove your mask. It might have actually gone with the dancer outfit, would make you look like some exotic beauty. Which you technically you are. I don't know how to incorporate it into a servants outfit though."
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