Deal.

The weasel hesitated for a moment, quite taken by surprise by the offer, but she did need the information... at least that was what she told herself. Besides, it had been a while since she had... unwound... She took a swig of her drink, then nodded.

"Alright Lucy, you got yerself a deal." She said, her words slurring a bit. After only two drinks? This must be some strong stuff. The weasel reached into her pocket for her cash, and Lucy used the opportunity to refill her glass again. Texas slapped the crumpled bills on the counter, and the skunk grinned. Her attitude instantly shifted from suspicious and hostile to that of a welcoming host, knowing she had the weasel on her hook now.

"Magnifique..." She purred, looking at Texas with a newfound, sultry expression and delicately taking the notes, which disappeared skillfully into a hidden pouch in her dress. "Now then, what catches your interest, sheriff? I'm certain we'll have someone to your liking... Valentine, perhaps? She is our... house specialist, a monumentally talented individual who would give you a night you'd never forget. But if you prefer quantity over quality, I could also arrange for a private room and a half-dozen of my girls... They've been dying to get their hands on you." The skunk continued, her smile widening before she leant in to whisper in the weasel's ear. "Or, if you're willing to pay a little extra, I may even be available tonight for a personal session... We'll skip the letter business and just talk privately... and maybe even get to know each other a little better." Lucy purred, topping up the weasel's drink again, before pulling back and leaning on the counter. As she did so, her arms squeezed in on either side of her ridiculous rack and made it look even bigger, her sultry gaze not wavering for a second.

"What will it be, mon cheri?"