Samira

Where there were bounties, there was bound to be bounty hunters, and one bounty hunter in particular stood out in your memory - Samira, the gunpowder witch of the west. As you turned to head down the street, your imagination started to run wild at the fun you could have in her body - athletic, insanely talented, and most of all, free. Samira didn't answer to anything except her next paycheck, and if you possessed her, then you would have that same freedom. The only problem was... finding her in the first place.

"Well, if Kench's bounty is still up, that means she hasn't claimed it yet, so... the tavern?" you thought, as you paused and turned back around. There wasn't any sound of gunshots, so the inevitable fight hadn't started yet... Maybe if you just waited a bit.

Sure enough, your guess was right on the money - about 10 minutes later, you spotted a figure strutting down the street towards the tavern, with a massive sword slung across her back and twin pistols at her hips. Samira. You smiled, floating over to her to get a closer look. Samira's dark skin was marked by various little nicks and scars, as well as a beauty mark above her lip, but it was those imperfections that gave her character, in your opinion. Her long dark hair was tied back into a braid over her shoulder, with a lone streak of white at the top, and her right eye was covered by a leather eyepatch, with the bright orange left eye the only one visible.

Her toned and muscular body was clad in a fashionable yet practical western outfit, with a black leather vest over an orange waistcoat and white undershirt, tough black leather gloves, flared black leather pants with brown leather chaps, and gold-toed black leather boots poking out from underneath - on closer inspection, you can see a faded bloodstain on one. "Samira probably considers that a trophy," you muse with a chuckle.

As Samira approaches the tavern, you watch as she walks right up to the bounty posted outside, and smirks as she yanks the paper off of the wall to inspect it. Glancing around, you realize that any bystanders must have already figured out what was about to happen, and had run off, leaving Samira alone outside the tavern... alone except for you, that is. You smile as you realize this is your chance, and float up behind her before pushing your ghostly body into hers, hearing her let out a gasp as a shiver runs down her spine. You don't waste any time, sliding your legs into her leather pants and worming your hands into her gloves, feeling the strength of her muscles coming under your control. Noticing her start to squirm out of panic, you quickly pull your torso into hers, feeling her breasts under her shirt, her hardened abs, and a growing dampness in your pants. Finally, you dive your head through her wild hair, hearing Samira let out a faint groan just before you black out.

When you come to, you find yourself looking down at a paper held in a gloved hand, with Tahm Kench's bounty printed on it, and immediately notice that you're only looking out of one eye - not to mention the wave of other sensations you're now feeling. Smiling, you look down at your body, and see Samira's clothes on you, fitted perfectly now that you were wearing her skin. You ball your gloved hand into a fist, confirming that you do indeed have full control over her body, before reaching into Samira's mind and feeling her brain open up to you - all her memories, her skills and training, even her personality was now yours to use. "Hah," you bark out a short laugh in Samira's rough voice, "Better look out, guys, gals, and other pals... there's a new Samira in town."

Letting the bounty sheet fall to the ground, you start walking over to the front door of the tavern, letting Samira's subconscious guide your actions as you listen to your boots clunking against the wooden floor, and feel your pistols bounce against your thighs. You casually push the door open and look around, Samira's brain immediately spotting all of the potential threats in the room, and her judgement tells you that this fight will not only be easy, it'll be fun. "Kench!" you shout with a smile, now knowing that the devilish catfish was just in the back room. "Afraid your time has come, bastard!"

At your declaration, several of the patrons quietly stand up to leave, and you let them, recognizing that none of them were a threat, while instead keeping your eyes on the ones who stayed - Tahm Kench's loyal employees, who all stand up and start eyeing you warily. Suddenly, you hear a faint *thud* sound coming from the back, and listen as the noise gets louder and closer, until a door behind the bar opens, and the devil himself walks out - Tahm Kench, his massive maw curled into a toothy grin.

"Samira, my dear," he says, and both you and Samira can't help but cringe at his unholy tone. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I've come to collect the bounty on your ugly head," you say, unholstering one pistol and drawing your sword, spinning it around with a twirl. "And unfortunately for you, it didn't specify 'alive'."

Kench sighs and shakes his head, but the smile never leaves his face. "Ahhhh, what a shame," he says, looking back up at you. "We could've made great things happen together, Samira..." Turning to his men, he waves a hand before turning to head back through the door.

Quickly raising your pistol, you immediately fire a shot towards Kench before the door shuts, but one of his henchmen jumps in front of it to take the shot instead, and you grimace as the door clicks... and so do the guns of everyone in the room. "The hard way, then," you say, laughing as you dive behind a table and kick it over to create cover, just in time for a flurry of bullets to fly your way.

As yourself, being in a situation like this would've left you utterly terrified, but as Samira? "Hah, Christmas came early this year!" you say with a smile, raising Samira's trusty pistol as bullets continue flying past you. "Hope you boys are ready for some fun!"