It had quickly turned bad for a Noble who, just moments prior, thought he had spotted a promising target to have fun with, in a Dromund Kaas cantina. Noble: ''Ack! Please.. Please, I'm sorry!'' Sith: ''Why, because you thought my outfit automatically meant you could come up to me, squeeze my butt and whisper dirty words to my ear?'' Noble: ''I didn't mean to.. I thought you were..'' Sith: ''You thought I was what? An entertainer? You mean that you didn't notice the red glowing eyes or the lightsaber at my side? Of course not, you were too busy staring at my chest. You think a Sith can't go out for a night at a cantina wearing something other than our traditional robes?'' Noble: ''Of course! I'm terribly sorry, it won't happen again. Please forgive me!'' The Sith turned her lightsaber off and came up to the shaking noble, putting her hand on his chin. Sith: ''Oh I don't think it's the first or last time you've let your emotions guide your hands to a girl's body like that. You see, as a Sith I also have strong emotions, and I just love giving into them, except my pleasure doesn't come from just touching. It takes something much more.. stimulating, something that leaves my prey with permanent damage, and in severe agony.'' Noble: ''I..'' The Sith suddenly squeezed the hesitating man's chin in her hand, enough to hurt. Sith: ''That wasn't a request. Come with me.''