"Y-yes Ma'am."

(Originally by Gentleman Jack)

Lucy's brutal gassing must've knocked something loose in the sheriff's head, because for some reason she wasn't able to maintain her justified contempt for the alluring beauty before her. She had come in expecting to deliver swift justice for what was done to her, but Lucy's affable demeanor managed to quell her fury ever so slightly. Of course her chipper attitude could've been all an act, but it was never easy to discern.

It's not like she **** me into it, she reasoned. She made the offer and I said yes...

Her mind went back to the day prior, her face growing warm at the memory. Had it been anyone else she wouldn't have tolerated such treatment but Madame Lucy wasn't at all like the boorish thugs she normally dealt with. She was a woman of class and refinement, a woman of such beauty and charm that it could make even the most stoic of townsfolk tongue tied and nervous. Were it not for the immense potency of her gas, she would have felt no shame in finding it pleasurable.

As she labored over her decision, the smiling skunk watched in amusement. Her claim of constantly being busy wasn't spoken in jest, as there were a number of tasks that required her attention at the moment. She was more than willing to put them aside when the sheriff was involved. There was a distinct pleasure she felt in watching the unwavering, infallible lawman of Gold Springs succumb to her feminine wiles.

"Y-yes ma'am... ah've come to uh... solicit yer services" Texas spoke in a meek, quiet voice. She instinctively winced as she expected Lucy to lay into her for her sudden passivity, but the lusty belle just smiled and nodded.

"Oh mon cheri, you have no idea how badly I've wanted this~" she cooed before reaching down into her cleavage and plucking a jet black key. "Upstairs, last door in the hall. Meet me there in twenty minutes" she instructed, gently placed the key into Texas's waiting palm before sauntering away with a bit more switch in her stride.

Texas stared down at the key in a stunned silence. Why on earth was she doing this? No good could come from spending any more time with Lucy. She already had the information that she needed, so she had no real justification for being there was second time. That's when she remembered: she had come in to make an arrest! Of course wasn't actually here as a patron. She was just getting the sinister skunk alone so that no one could save her... right?

She was broken from her thoughts as one of Lucy's staff tapped the counter to get her attention. The skunk by the stairwell stood on the other side with an inviting smile.

"Bonjour. Madame Lucy has instructed me to serve you while she's getting everything ready. Feel free to take your pick from our fine assortment of wines and liquors, but do take care to not get too ****. Madame prefers her clients to have all their wits about them~"

Texas bit back a snarky retort as she ordered two shots of whiskey. There wasn't really much she could say as a rebuke to her comments as she willingly walked back in on her own accord. She paid close attention to the woman pouring her drink, making sure that there were no shenanigans this time around. After sniffing her drink a couple of times (and earning a knowing grin from the skunk behind the counter), she downed the drink and sighed in satisfaction.

The time flew by as the sheriff sat there, the **** calming her nerves and putting her mind at ease. She had made up her mind to overpower and subdue Lucy the moment the opportunity presented itself. though she had a hard time convincing herself that that was her intention all along. Soon enough, another shapely skunk walked over to her.

"The madame will see you now." she said with a polite bow of her head.

The sheriff nodded and stood up from her seat, her palms sweating slightly as she made her way up the stairs. The looks she got from the staff were significantly more welcoming. No doubt Lucy had told them of the masochistic do-gooder that returned after being used and abused the night prior. They must've seen her submissiveness as an indication that she was no longer a threat to them.

Ah'll show them a thing or two..., the sheriff thought bitterly.

She walked down the elegantly decorated hall all the way down to the last door which had the madame's name neatly embroidered onto the door with golden cursive letters. After taking a moment to steel her nerves, she unlocked the door and stepped in. The sight that greeted her left her absolutely speechless.