She does, but she is catious.

Texas knew better then to walk into a new place in Gold Springs assuming it wasn't going to have some gross under bottom, seeing as how many times she had been...well under bottoms. She would enter the club, walking into the club. The club was lit up with bright lights, with a few new customers either drinking or watching the show. Texas herself was careful, walking over to the bar. Behind it was a snow white-haired fox, her eyes were fatigued, with her snow-white body outfitted in a tuxedo, a hold in the back to let her fluffy whitetail. Her hair was also curly, and a little blue rose was in her hair as she let out a small yawn, before heading over to Texas. "Hello, welcome to the gold bottom. How may I serve you."

Texas would look over the tired gal, before seeing her for now as a non-threat. "Howdy, I'm the sheriff, names Texas. I'm just looking over yer establishment, making sure y'all ain't having any problems." The fox would nod. " I am aware, I'm glad you are checking in on us, it is greatly appreciated." She gave a little bow. " My name is Camellia, it is nice to meet you." Texas would give a small smile, feeling happy that for once she wasn't getting insulted for being sheriff. Camellia would lift a bottle out from under the table. "May I offer you a drink? Mistress is going to be dancing soon, and she said if you showed up to allow you have a free drink." Texas wasn't sure about having a drink, but she was interested in getting more information, and perhaps having a sip would make herself seem less snoppy.