Sheriff Nisha is alerted

While Kat recovered from her exhilarating experience she heard the clicking of high heel boots.

"Sssshhh," she said to her dress, "Someone is coming."

Rich froze, the clicking coming closer and closer.

A red haired woman in a short black dress with a sheriff's badge pinned to her corset strode up. Her shapely form hidden, but still embellished by her garb. Her long legs were nearly completely covered by knee high stiletto leather boots.

"Hello, my lady," the Sheriff said, "I'm Nisha and I was called here due to a disturbance."

"I don't know what you are talking about Sheriff," Kat said.

"What is your name?"

"Lady Katherine."

Rich almost shook his head. Kat was having too much fun. At the very least he thought she had gotten to wrapped up in the pageantry.

"Lady Katherine," Nisha bowed. "The shop owner here heard the sounds of a woman in the throes of passion. Was it you?"

"Not I."

Nisha moved closer to Kat. "Do you know what I smell?"

"What pray tell?"

"The smell of a satisfied woman," Nisha picked up the hem of Kat's gown revealing Rich. "Isn't this a surprise? A pervert!"

Nisha pulled Rich by his arm and threw him to the ground.

"Oh no!" Kat cried, "You can't take him from me. I love him."

"I can and I will," Nisha said, "It's against Faire ground rules for a man to **** himself upon a lady."

Nisha pulled Rich close and locked his wrists in handcuffs behind his back.

"You can't do this," Rich said, "You aren't the police."

"In here," Nisha said, "I am the law."

As they left Kat waved, tears in her eyes, "I'll wait for you, Richard. The Sheriff cannot keep us apart!"

Rich shook his head. Did Kat call him Richard?

Nisha took Rich to a building marked Sheriff's office. For a small building it had a stair case that lead to a large basement full of cells. Many had people like him, guys or gals in normal clothing. A few looked like they were wearing vintage clothes from the 70's or 80's.

Nisha threw Rich into a cell and locked it.

"I'll give you two options," she said, "Either you sit in this cell and rot till closing ceremony or... You put your magic tongue to good use."

Nisha lifted the hem of her skirt.