Photography

"For you see I am the local photographer!" the well dressed man said proudly. "It would be such a waste to not document such a historic moment. The vile Amelia Rose caught by... eh?"

"Arthur Cook" the large bounty hunter said.

"The legendary Sir Arthur Cook!" the man said as if he was knighted. "Such a picture, with my expertise, could be spread through out the world! Making a pretty penny at the same time, the proceeds I'm willing to split with you my good fellow!"

Arthur thought about it seriously, while Amelia was experiencing a bout of existential terror. The thought of a picture of her naked body being seen by everyone in the world left her quivering in fear for the first time since she was a little girl. The usually fearsome, confident, murderous gang leader was suddenly turned into a shivering mess. She wished to beg for mercy, for the bounty hunter to decline and just take her to jail. The thought of thick iron bars never felt so inviting.

"Sure" the large man said.

His answer making Amelia want to cry.

"Okay then! Just give me a moment to set up, oh by the way your horse won't be startled by a flashing light and a small explosion right?"

"Heh Artemis here doesn't flinch at gun shots or rattlesnakes" Arthur said confidently.

The well dressed man nodded continuing his work. Amelia trying her very best to break free from the tight knots that Arthur made, all in vain. She just ended up giving the still growing crowd of people a show and her large breast bounced with every pull and tug. A sight soon immortalized as she soon heard the flash of the camera.

"Ok is that all?" Arthur asked.

"If you wish so Sir! However I have the ability to take hundreds more, and it appears this dastardly woman hate's having her appearance taken! Surely we should punish her some more while also gaining from it!" the photographer said.

A sly grin appeared on Arthur's face, making Amelia's blood run cold.

"What do you suggest?"