Why even resist?

Texas had spent her first few hours in the brothel being subjected to a foul **** that left her reeking of filth and skunk sweat. Nearly suffocating on the sheer cloud of their farts, not to mention being nearly crushed by the mass of skunks, Texas had to find this at least somewhat more refreshing. It was more private, intimate, safe.

"That's goood..." Deliah cooed as she slowly undid her dress to reveal a thin thong that left little to the imagination. Her curves were almost sculpted, with a slight muscular bulge to her body as she slowly began to gyrate on the pole, turning to show off her behind as she twitched her tail from side to side.

These seemed more at home in a roaming circus, but the whole affair was just for the sheriff to enjoy, as the skunk teased opening her corset, before strutting around Texas as sliding her tail around the weasel.

Texas wasn't sure when, but it seemed that the room was a bit warmer, a bit more...heavy. As she looked around, she turned to look towards the lights illuminating Deliah, a bit curious as to why the room seemed to be turning pink. The sheriff had her suspicions confirmed as the dancer made another circuit around her, and the weasel caught just a whiff from her backside.

The dancer was, at all this time, slowly filling the room with her silent spray. Panic shot throughout the sheriff as she leapt up in horror, just as the twirling skunk spun and planted a leg on Texas's shoulder, to keep her in the seat.

"Shhhh, hush now, babe. I'm gonna take care of you..."

Texas was starting to feel a headache, her vision doubling. She had to figure out something, as this dancer kept pumping the room with her hypnotic scent...