Kazuki is exactly what Tuesday expects and also quite different from what she had imagined, all at the same time. She watches him, saying nothing at first; allowing him to jump to conclusions while still having that same all-too-confident and all-too-entertained smile on her face. He clearly has no idea what he's in for, and that makes all of this even better...

"I dunno know what other cats you've met..." She begins with that measured tone of hers, smooth as velvet and marked by a subtle Hispanic lilt. Those cat ears of hers twitch, her golden gaze fixed on Kazuki's. "—but if they didn't give you a good impression of my kind, I'll gladly fix that."

It's unclear if she means she'd punch said other cat in the face or make a better impression on Kazuki by unspoken means, and of course, she has no intention of clarifying. Instead, her smile shifts into a slight smirk when the words are spoken, and with all of the grace of the felines she has taken traits from (although not because of them), she steps off the crates, her cloak beautifully gliding behind her until her feet are on solid ground once more.

"They're the goods, yeah. But, if you want them you have to do something first." Tuesday tells Kazuki, a hand on her hips while not even a shadow of a doubt reaches her speech. Her confidence is vast, unshakable, and all-consuming. "There's a THE CREED UNIFORM in there, you have to wear it if you want the rest of the goods. It's silly, but we've all done it. They take a picture of you in it so you get access to the tunnel network. Worth it, if you ask me."

She shrugs as if she truly thought it to be some silly guild ritual. Naturally, every single word that comes out of Tuesday's mouth at that moment is a fucking lie, but good god, she sure knows how to sell those lies.

A comment on how fun it is to "chase cats around" leaves a witty — albeit also rather crass and immature — response hanging right at the tip of Tuesday's tongue, unspoken and easily dismissed with graceful click of it and a smirk meant only for Kazuki. See, the problem isn't that it might have been crass or even an immature joke. The problem is that as much as Tuesday would love to run with the assumption that everyone with an adult-looking avatar on UNOVR is actually an adult, one can never be sure, and she'd rather be safe than sorry.

This is part of why hitting on NPCs is obviously much more fun. Especially C.L.A.W. Hell, it's not like Tuesday even makes moves on anyone other than the guild leader she has been jokingly (or not?) flirtatious with since day one, which might come as a surprise considering the next words that come out of her mouth:

"Hmm... Yeah, the half-naked part is very noticeable." She purrs, 'r's rolling effortlessly while she looks Kazuki up and down with no shame and all. She may not mean to flirt, but that sure as hell doesn't mean that she's blind. "It's a good avatar design choice, but everyone needs an outfit change once in a while, no? Variety and all that. Who knows, you might even decide to make it your new default look."

Apparently, in Kazuki's case, 'variety and all that' means a maid outfit complete with a frilly apron, stockings, and best of all, a ruffled headdress with fake black cat ears.

Tuesday had known about it, of course, she had been the one to put it there, but when looking at the content of the box from behind Kazuki, she's filled with surprise — her own cat ears even perking up.

"Oh. That must've been left over from when everyone in The Creed pretended to be servants for the Precipice Crown's party... That's funny." There's a smile then, a luscious tail akin to that of an Angora cat lightly swaying when her gaze meets that of her guildmate once again. "Looks like your Cat Maid Era is here, Kazuki. You can use that room to change."

She casually points towards a nearby storage closet, leaving no room for arguments.

"Nah, servant outfits." Tuesday clarifies as if it were terribly terribly silly of Kazuki to not have realised that not everyone looks this good in cat ears. She rolls her eyes when farther explaining the Precipice Crown even if he definitely asked for no explanation: "It was all very Old World. Kings, Queens, nobles, tricks, treason, battles, I almost stabbed C.L.A.W, blah blah blah, you know how it goes."

Of course, no further details are given on things that some people would get hooked on and definitely demand further details, because as much as Tuesday obviously loves to talk, she also knows how to leave people wanting for more. Supply and demand, etc. A businesswoman even when it comes to providing anecdotes.

Kazuki, though? Kazuki's all business in the 'I'm not here to play games' sense, which is ironic considering that they're... well, in a game. A mischievous cat meets a temperamental dog. Good thing this cat has dealt with plenty of people like him before.

"Oh, Kazuki. Kazuki, Kazuki, Kaz." Tutting, she looks at him, her smirk unfading. "Can I call you Kaz? See, Kaz, you've fast travelled before, so you know you just appear there for everyone to see. Not very sneaky. The tunnels, though? Those aren't in most maps, so people won't know exactly where you are, and I bet a man like you can appreciate that, huh? You can go places unnoticed, sneak around, maybe take things if you're feeling particularly naughty. Me, personally? I like the secrecy."

Is most of what she's saying total bullshit? Probably, but oh how Tuesday likes spinning her tales. Round and round they go. She could talk for days.

"And the goods? Come on, when are goods a bad thing? It's in the name, anything free is worth it in this game."

Tuesday gives Kazuki a wink as if to indicate that her words are true, but it's not really free is it? How high of a price is his pride? What about his sanity?

"Woah, big guy. Don't threaten me with a good time." Naturally, our fiercely feline knight is not threatened at all. In fact, it's as if she welcomes the challenge, because of course she does. Tuesday loves a good fight, and Kazuki looks like someone who would make for a fun challenge... Unless he's a sore loser, because that part is never fun.

For now, though, she relishes in her victory; grinning as if she were doing her best Cheshire Cat impression when he grabs the outfit and stomps towards the changing room. The kind of grin that always exists at the expense of others and that is doubtlessly devilish.

A grin that turns into a muffled chuckle when hearing the unmistakable sound of something ripping.

Five seconds pass, she takes a deep breath, and only then, leaning against the box while her all too fluffy tail sways, she speaks up loud enough for Kazuki to hear her:

"You okay there? I'd offer to help, but you know, if I walked into people while they're changing I'd get called a pervert." She sighs as if the mere thought that someone would say such a thing about her pure and innocent self brought her pain.

It makes her laugh. She doesn't bother with denials, because there's no point in arguing about something like that, but the truth of the matter is that as much as Tuesday may aesthetically appreciate the artful arrangement that is the carefully toned and beautifully tattooed body of Kazuki's avatar, the sight does absolutely nothing for her. Zero. Nada. Partly because he's a complete stranger and strangers have never had any appeal to her and partly because he is indeed a damn avatar.

But, of course, Kazuki doesn't need to know nor is he entitled to know any of that, so let him think she's a pervert cat. Let him think that there's any logic behind this other than the fact that it had suddenly occurred to Tuesday about an hour before the initial message was sent, and that once it occurred to her, she just had to see if someone out there would fall for such a stupid prank because the idea sounded too damn funny to be left as just one of her many many obviously genius ideas.

As it turns out, true to the nature of the oh-so-fearsome housecat, Tuesday can be mercurial and even whimsical. But, you see, she had been fucking right. The moment Kazuki steps out looking like a damn tomato that had been tightly wrapped in frilly lace, she doesn't even bother with keeping up the act. Laughter bubbles up inside her, bursting out in a giddy and positively melodious arrangement of notes that is nothing if not overjoyed. The jig is up. This is too fucking hilarious.

"Gods be gracious." She mutters between laughs with no concern or regard for whatever shame Kazuki might be feeling right now, not even bothering to brush away the joyful tears forming at the corners of her eyes. And, once her laughing fit subsides (it sure takes a moment), her newest guildmate is greeted with a bright and honest smile. "Relax, the look suits you well. Not everyone can pull off frills like that, you know? You should be proud of yourself!"

Okay, so maybe the jig isn't entirely up. Maybe she can push this just a little further...

"Alright, Maid Kaz, smile for the camera." She does a gesture in the air, as if one of the custom ones to open the UNOVR UI, but the truth is that when it comes to Tuesday's selections, it's the wrong one. There is no camera in UNOVR UI, but clearly, Kazuki seems to still not have realised that. It works in her favour. And so, clad in the adorned steel of gauntlets that end in sharply point claws, thumbs and index fingers extend, aligning into perfect little square through which one of Tuesday's golden eyes gazes at the chaotic masterpiece she has created.

There is no shutter-like sound effect. There is nothing at all, and in a perfect mask of honest amusement, Tuesday's expression reveals nothing too.

"Wanna have a look? There's a mirror over there." She points to their left, to the tall mirror that conveniently stands nearby, but something tells her that if Kazuki is paying any actual attention to what she's saying, he won't dare turn.

Boom.

An explosion rings through The Creed's lighthouse. Buttons shoot out in all directions like comically animated bullets, bound to cause destruction in their path. One hits the wooden leg of a chair, heavily denting it. One manages to break into a wall, becoming embedded in it for posterity. One smashes against the mirror, causing a deep crack that goes halfway across it. One even darts directly towards Tuesday's own face, softly bouncing off the moment it touches her cheek and soundlessly falling to the floor, having caused the Alchemist herself no harm at all. Tuesday's sheer power? The impenetrable defense of a tank? No, PVP restrictions in the act, but of course she won't bother with explaining that much.

"Nice." She declares approvingly instead, seemingly as unfazed by what happened as she is by the sight of a now-once-again-shirtless Kazuki clad in the shreds of the skirt of the former maid outfit. Does nothing surprise her? Apparently not, because when Kazuki makes his demands, she just smiles and reaches for the smaller of the two crates that had been her improvised throne when he had first arrived at the lighthouse.

"Here, but for the record, you should've kept the cat ears. You make a cute cat, bet any cat-lover would dig it." Along with the small crate, Tuesday offers him a smirk, and despite the fact that this may have all just been a needlessly elaborate plan, she had actually gone through the effort of curating a collection of items for him. A little welcome basket! With a bow and everything! Within said basket, Kazuki would find the following:

• A bandana with The Creed's iconic crowned skull emblem and a black cat pattern.
• An umbrella with large cat ears and a cat's face.
• A tie with colourful cats, perfect for business casual attire.
• A rope tied into a lasso. No cat pattern here, sadly, but it is pink and sparkly!
• A FREE DRINK COUPON for Tuesday's T.E.A. Shop (Expires in two months, terms & conditions apply)

There's a theme here, and yes, all but the coupon are absolutely the kind of items Tuesday collects to then display in the T.E.A. shop to trade to anyone interested. Random as they may seem, none are useless, and anyone interested in UNOVR trainer titles would know this. Would Kaz, though? Tuesday isn't quite sure, but if he doesn't, well... that's not her problem. His loss. This is obviously part of her fun too, and despite how calm she may seem, she watches eagerly for his reaction.