"Help me out. I wanna try that shit in the magazine you brought."

Vaas dropped a bag of the make-up he found on a boat, and sat down in a rough movement on your 'bed', grasping your hips to pull you on his lap, forcing you to straddle him, pointing at the male model on the magazine that was under the bag of make-up.

"That. Do it on me."

He demanded, leaning his head back to present it to you, closing his eyes.