L'Odeur Séduisante

To be honest, if there was someone out here **** folks, then Texas was making herself a target by walking around the dark streets like this. Besides, if there was anyone who knew what was going on in this town, it was Lucy. The only problem was that the skunk was the slipperiest snake Texas had ever had the displeasure of dealing with... Well, second to Mayor Vivian at least. Texas was Lucy's least favourite person in town, and the weasel was none to fond of the skunk either, suspecting her of blackmailing many prominent citizens, but Lucy always managed to skirt the edges of the law, and her girls, when arrested, always had their stories straight. Now that she needed something from the skunk, giving her the position of power, Lucy probably wasn't going to make it easy... or cheap. Taking a deep breath, the weasel walked up the steps to the front door of the brothel and pushed her way through the curtained entry into the main room beyond.

A far cry from the other establishments in town like The Crushed Weasel, the sitting room of L'Odeur Séduisante was actually... nice? The whole place just looked fancy from toe to tip, with rich red velvet curtains on the windows, plush armchairs, beautiful carpets, and even a few plants and sculptures to class the place up. There was even a fine old piano positioned in a windowed alcove further back, with a plump skunk sitting and playing quite expertly, the melodic sounds gently warming the building and completing the overall-classy interior. Several more of Lucy's skunks lounged alluringly on comfortable fainting couches, sat and talked with guests, or sashayed across the room carrying drinks, but most of that was off to the weasel's left. Straight ahead of her from the entrance was a set of banistered stairs leading up, next to which another skunk lounged, looking just as seductive as the rest, but Texas could see this one's sharp eyes scanning for any trouble, noticed the slight muscle in her arms, and even picked up on the tiny bulge of a pistol hidden in the folds of her short dress. She regarded Texas for a split second before realising she was being analysed herself. She quickly gave the weasel a charming, ditzy giggle, obviously trying to play herself off as just another of the girls, before going back to watching the room.

The pointed clearing of a throat from the right caught Texas's attention, and turning, she found herself facing a small, mahogany bar, behind which sat shelves of select, expensive drinks and a large, gold-framed mirror. Also behind the bar stood a slightly more voluptuous skunk, her bountiful chest and wide ass framed by her perfectly tailored corset and dress a true sight to behold, and her face a picture of Mephitidae beauty. She was about an inch shorter than Texas, and had none of her physique, yet the skunk looked the weasel over with a confidant, dominant gaze.

"Texas... How nice of you to stop by my humble establishment... and who are you here to arrest this time, vous voyou brutal?" She said, slipping smoothly into an accented French that betrayed her Louisianian heritage. Texas wasn't exactly sure what she had said, but it was definitely an insult. She growled and put her hands on the counter.

"Ah ain't got time fer yer jabs, Lucy. Ah need some information about the disappearances around town, an' ah know your girls hear things. The sooner you tell me what you know, the sooner ah'm out of your hair." She stated plainly. Behind the counter, Madame Lucy's eyes narrowed, but she gave a slight nod, pouring the sheriff a whisky from one of the bottles and sliding it across to her. Texas raised an eyebrow but drank, enjoying the taste of the clearly high-quality drink.

"I have in fact heard a thing or two, Sheriff, but... you must understand that discretion is my trade. If I were known to be talking to you, my customers would be... concerned..." She said in a purring whisper and moved closer so as to not be overheard. This also had the secondary advantage of giving Texas a clear view down her abundant cleavage, and while the weasel's eyes lingered there for a moment too long, Lucy smoothly topped up her drink without her noticing. "But... given that these disappearances hurt my business as well, perhaps we could come to some arrangement, no? So how about this: Pay for a night with one of my girls. Unwind and have a little fun, and on your way out in the morning I'll pass you a letter containing all that I know." She said with a slight smile. "No one will suspect me, and I guarantee you a wonderful time. I don't think you relax as often as you should, Sheriff... So, do we have a deal?"