The thought of being Jango Fett's client and more. He'd deny you sex even if you were at the level of casual fucking or being intimate unless you pay up.
I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH.
"Sitting on my face does not settle your tab. Also, you do not have a tab."
"You know what to do" as he waits for you to transfer payment withholding himself from giving you even the slightest peak of that glorious Fett gene distributor.
Jango getting very turned on watching you tap away on your device as you add another digit to the original amount agreed.
Jango gives you a receipt with an itemized breakdown of added cost (example, another G for doing that position you like that is not very good for his middle-aged back, additional costs between armor on and armor off + helmet on and helmet off)
Jango has insurance clause. if you damage his armor during sex, you pay double.
No, you do not get to fire the missile — ever.
The rangefinder is not a toy.
You get a discount if you wear the helmet while getting rawdogged.
Emphasis on being a CLIENT.
