Valentine.

"Alright, let's try this Valentine girl." The weasel said gruffly, finishing her drink, though now that she had made a decision, a refill wasn't forthcoming. With a smile, Lucy reached under the counter and plucked something up, before handing over a small brass key with a '13' carved into the bow.

"Despite the number, you'll be getting quite lucky, sheriff..." Lucy said with a wink, while Texas just blushed a little, then nodded and turned to walk off upstairs without another word. However before she could do so, there was the sound of a throat clearing behind her.

"Ahem... Sheriff? I'm afraid I cannot allow any weapons near my girls." Lucy stated, her eyes glancing down at Texas's gunbelt. The weasel hesitated for a moment, then nodded and removed it. Lucy took it carefully and stowed it behind the counter, then gifted the weasel with a bright smile. "Merci. Up the stairs and to the end of the hall. Enjoy your stay, Sheriff..."

A few minutes later, the weasel swayed unsteadily outside door number thirteen. The upstairs hallway of the brothel was lined with identical wooden doors, distinguished only by their numbered brass plates, and as Texas stood staring at hers, she was starting to have second thoughts. She hadn't done this before, and wasn't sure she could really trust Lucy, but... surely one night couldn't hurt, right? With a deep breath, the weasel unlocked the door and stepped inside.

As the sheriff stepped inside the room, she was immediately greeted by darkness, and an utter stench that was completely juxtaposed with the fancy aesthetic of the rest of this place. The stink of stale sweat and gas practically oozed out of the walls, and underlying it all was the sickly smell of sex. However before Texas could back away, the door suddenly slammed behind her, accompanied by the distinct 'click' of the lock.

"H-hey! Lemme outta here you stinkin' varmints!!" Texas shouted, banging on the door, but just as she was considering booting it down, there was a giggle from the darkness. Suddenly the light in the room clicked on, and lying on the bed was the absolute antithesis of the girls she had seen outside. This skunk wasn't dainty, she was huge! Easily over ten feet tall and colossally fat, Valentine lay in what was meant to be a seductive pose, but with her fat, sweaty body she more resembled a giant, dark purple slug! Worst of all was the fact that she was wearing practically nothing, just a tiny thong that was lost in her folds and flab, meaning that Texas could see everything, a sight that she wouldn't soon be burning free of her retinas.

"Mmm... Don't you just look yummy..." Valentine growled in a deep southern drawl. "Come here, little sugar cube... Valentine's gonna rock your world..." She continued, pure, unbridled lust in her eyes as she began to crawl across the king-sized bed towards Texas, then when she ran out of that, across the floor too. Even on her hands and knees she towered over the sheriff, her huge, sweaty breasts and layers of fat swinging and jiggling as she closed in. If Texas didn't do something now, she'd likely be regretting it in the morning...