Use her Gun.

Texas was in no mood for games. She had been led around long enough, and this crowd looked eager to see her used and abused. The sheriff had just the tool for such encounters to get some space between her and the crowd, as she cleared leather on her holster and raised her pistol in the air, getting ready to fire. She may have only had six shots, but she was prepared to shoot her way out to safety if it meant not getting caught by the girls. Unfortunately, Texas had not quite prepared for every one of the skunkettes, as Lucy's hand shot up to grab and hold Texas's gun arm down with a surprising **** before the tide of bodies crashed in to the weasel. The particularly muscular front girl grabbed Texas around the waist as the others slammed into her and surrounded her at the bar. As Texas's head was pressed backwards onto the wooden surface of the bar, she was **** to stare at the enraged Madame herself.

"You little shit! How DARE you point a gun at my girls!"

Lucy howled in fury towards the sheriff as the girls held onto the weasel tightly. Wrestling the gun from Texas, Lucy threw it down as she stared with seething hate in her eyes towards Texas.

"Take her to the basement! I don't want to see her ever again!"

The Madame pointed to a discrete door, concealed by a curtain, as the girls snickered. One blew a kiss to the weasel, as they began to whisper all the foul things they intended on doing to her. The weasel was not pleased with any of this, struggling in the grasp of dozens of hands that held her flailing body.

"Wh-where're y'all takin' me! Let me go right this instant! You'll not get away with this!" Texas squeaked out in terror as the girls cackled and paraded the weasel with them into the basement of the brothel, slamming the door shut behind them. Their eyes reflected what little bit of light was in the cellar as they threw her to the ground.

The basement was mostly brick, dirty with dust and several barrels used for storing wine or kegs of beer for the raunchier evenings at the L'Odeur Séduisante. The foundation was mostly wood rafters, and there was little in the way of light creeping in from basement windows. The various courtesans and their swishing tails all grinned as they looked down to their captive. There was no escape, they merely had to decide how best to **** her inside the basement.