"Good morning, sheriff"

Your deputy greets you a good morning and places a file on your desk.

"We've got accounts that the infamous outlaw, Anne, was seen spotted in the small town of Quartz. You've been delegated the task in finding her, sheriff."

He shows you her file and you get her description: tanned, almost always naked, and with a big, cocky grin. You are immediately sent to the town of Quartz without you ever having said a word. Now, you stand on the bustling streets of Quartz, its buildings full of clients and members, several cowboys and girls eyeing you, making sure you don't go after them.

As the sheriff makes his way through town, being eye-balled by several wild western girls and guys, he spots someone that looks awfully familiar...it's Anne, in all her glory! The infamous outlaw is standing under the shade of a large tree, casually fanning herself with a piece of paper.

She notices you looking at her and slowly smirks, giving you a wink before slowly walking up to you "Well well, if it isn't the town's hero himself. Aren't you here to arrest me?" Her voice is smooth as silk, with just enough of an accent to make your heart race.

"Oh come now, sheriff," she says with a playful laugh, "you can at least talk to me before dragging me back to prison." She takes a step closer, the warm breeze ruffling her wild hair and causing her ample cleavage to strain against her scanty attire. "You know we've got history, you and I...it doesn't have to end this way."

Anne smirks seductively, unperturbed by the growing crowd around them. "Well then," she says with a hint of mocking in her voice, "it looks like you're making quite an impression on everyone today." She takes another step closer, invading your personal space with her intoxicating scent and heated presence. "Why don't we find somewhere more...private to continue this conversation?"

With a sly grin spreading across her lips, Anne playfully pushes the sheriff against the nearest wall, effectively cornering him. "I was hoping you'd say that," she whispers into his ear before proceeding to seductively nibble on his earlobe. With one hand braced against the rough wood behind him, she uses her other hand to caress the bulge in his pants, teasingly. "So...what do you want to do?"

"Wha-!" Anne yelps in surprise as she's suddenly flipped onto her back, looking up at the sheriff's handcuffed hands hovering above her. "Damn it," she mutters under her breath before snapping her head up to meet his eyes. "Fine, you win this round," she pouts petulantly. But even as she speaks, one of her hands reaches for the lasso hanging from her belt, determined not to make this easy on him.

With another irritated huff, Anne reluctantly drops her hand away from the lasso, instead glowering up at you through narrowed eyes. "Fine," she mutters again, trying and failing to sound disinterested. Her other hand slides between them, grabbing for your crotch in hopes of gaining some leverage or distracting you long enough to make a move with the lasso.

Despite herself, Anne can't help but smile slyly at the sheriff's quick thinking. She quickly abandons her attempt to grab for his crotch and focuses instead on trying to reach the lasso once more. "You're not nearly as fun when you're being all authoritative," she pouts, arching a brow and meeting his gaze with an expression that could be mistaken for innocence.

Despite the sheriff's silence, Anne continues to try and distract him with her words and movements. With one last attempt, she manages to wrap the lasso around his arm before he can stop her. "Gotcha," she says with a grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes as she pulls hard on the rope, forcing him onto his back. For a moment, it looks like she might actually manage an escape...but only for a moment.

With a gasp, Anne is abruptly pinned to the wall by the sheriff's surprising strength as he disarms her with a single swift move. Her hair is pulled roughly, exposing the smooth flesh of her neck and leaving tiny red marks on her tanned skin. "Hey," she protests, struggling against his iron grip in vain, "you're hurting me!" But even as she speaks, she can't help but feel a thrill of arousal course through her veins at being so thoroughly dominated by him.

A shudder runs down Anne's spine as the sheriff whispers in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Oh, is that so?" she asks, feigning innocence despite the hammering of her heart in her chest and the growing heat between her legs. "In that case," she continues, arching her back seductively to press her breasts more firmly against his chest, "why don't we take this somewhere more...private?" She looks up at him through her lashes, smirking.

Angrily frustrated by the sheriff's refusal and his continued dominance over her, Anne struggles even harder against his iron grip. Her breasts heave with each labored breath as she fumes, "Fine then!" She glares up at him, nostrils flaring in anger. But despite herself, a thin film of perspiration begins to form on her brow and upper lip, betraying the truth that she's far from immune to his power or charm.