Kirk decided the only way out was to outsmart Krako's men, but he needed a trap to do so. He devised a trip trap of the things in the office, trashcans, wires from lighting, etc. That would do it he thought, and now to bait the men and get out to try some intense negotiations. He set the trap with a pillow case and started banging on the walls, throwing items around the room.
"Help me!" Kirk screamed. "Help! Help me!"
One of the men ran in, tripping over the wire. Kirk kicked him in the face, knocking him unconscious. Then the other guy, Zabo rushed in, tripping over the wire as well. Kirk punched him, knocking him out before grabbing his gun and running outside.
T'Lora was outside waiting for him, still dressed in the clothes of the world. She was wearing a short black dress and wore long black gloves. She looked around embarrassed, trying to pull the skirt down to at least cover her knees.
"Captain!" she called out.
"T'Lora", Kirk said catching up with her. "Good you're safe and in the proper clothing. Here, take this knife, you may need it!"
"Right, Jim", T'Lora said taking it. "Now we can get them."
"Remember, you're my girl now", he winked, making sure she knew what to do and what to say around the men on this planet.
"Yes, sir."
T'Lora tucked the knife into a holster on her thigh then run with Kirk to Oxmyx' office. They could hear his voice talking to McCoy and Spock.
"What are they doing in there?"
"I don't know", Kirk answered. "Something must've brought them down here."
"I fail to see why you do not understand us", Spock said trying to negotiate. "You yourself have stated the need for unity of authority on this planet. We agreed."
"Yeah, but I got to be the unity", Oxmyx said.
"Co-operation, sir would inevitably result—"
"The most co-operative man in this world is a dead man! And if you don't keep your mouth shut, you're going to be co-operating'."
T'Lora took that and burst into the room with Kirk, pointing their weapons at Oxmyx and his men.
"Drop the guns", Kirk said. "Drop them and move down there. Hey, doll collect the guns from these men."
T'Lora smiled and slinked her way past the men, pulling the guns from their hands with ease. She smiled at Spock, winking flirtingly.
"Hey, captain, you got away from Krako", Oxmyx observed. "You know, that ain't easy."
"I thought you were supposed to report to the ship, Mr. Spock?" Kirk asked.
"We did, captain", Spock said. "The situation required our return."
"It may be just as well. Did you find out anything from the computer?"
"Nothing useful", he answered. "Logic and practical information do not seem to apply here."
"You admit that?" McCoy asked trying to rub it in.
"Can we discuss this later?" T'Lora asked trying to break up the banter.
"What are we going to do now, Jim?" McCoy sighed.
"Well, now that we have Bela, I'm going to put the bag on Krako", Kirk answered.
He snapped his fingers at T'Lora.
"Toots, that man there."
She smiled then walked to the man, running her finger up and down his suit.
"Listen, you… say, that's nice material."
"It ought to be", he answered. "It cost a bundle."
"Take it off for me", she winked.
"Uh… I don't think so."
T'Lora took her knife out and pointed it at the man's throat. Kirk pointed the Tommy gun at Kalo.
"Get out of 'em!"
"Now just a minute!" Kalo said.
"He said take it off, big boy!" T'Lora said slapping him across the face.
"Get out of the clothes", Kirk ordered again. Nobody's going to put the bag on me anymore."
He snapped his fingers again, bringing T'Lora back to him. She ran her hand up and down his arm, giving Spock an apologetic look, hoping he would understand this was an act to make everything convincing. Once the men were done undressing, Kirk and Spock took the clothes, dressing up in them, matching the fashion of the world.
"You should dress like that more often", T'Lora smiled, looking at Spock.