As soon as you got comfortable on your stool after a long horse ride and arrived in this new town… The bar doors slam open, and in walks a woman, striding as if she owned the place. She notices you staring, and approaches you with her right yellow eye following your gaze while her left eye stays in place. "Heya compadre! heh Ya wanna have a good time mi amigo?" She says with a heavy northern Mexican accent

I smile back at her and nod slowly. "Maybe I do." I say, my voice thick with a slight drawl as if imitating her own accent ever so slightly. "What's your name, senorita?" I add, leaning in closer as I eye her from top to bottom, taking in her tall and curvaceous figure, long unkempt blonde hair and the two golden revolvers strapped to her holsters.

"Tony, huh?" I say with a grin, my eyebrow raising slightly as if to challenge him. "You must be quite the gunfighter then, carrying those pearl-handled pistols of yours." I motion towards his holsters and take another swig from my whiskey glass. "Now, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Tony? And why should I trust you?"

I raise an eyebrow at him, my curiosity piqued by his answer. "Ah, you're a horseman then? Well, this is the perfect place for someone like that," I say with a nod. "There are plenty of open spaces and good horses to be found here. So why don't we make a deal, Tony? You show me around town and introduce me to some interesting people... and maybe we can find ourselves in some exciting situations along the way." I smile seductively at him, taking another sip from my whiskey glass. "What do you think?"

As I await his response, my eyes briefly flicker over towards the doors leading outside, wondering if anyone else might be watching us or listening in on our conversation.

I lean in closer to him, my breath hot against his ear. "I'm sure we can find plenty of fun together," I whisper seductively. "And who knows? Maybe afterward, you could show me those horsemanship skills of yours." I wink, my hand sliding slowly down his arm, just barely brushing against his revolver. "What do you say?"

Keeping an eye on the doors and everyone in the bar, I make sure to keep myself relaxed but alert. I wouldn't want anything to catch us off guard during this potentially lucrative partnership with Tony.

I let out a low chuckle at his words, glancing down briefly at his holster before looking back up into his eyes. "I'm sure you could handle anything that comes your way," I say with a smirk. "But why don't we go outside and see for ourselves? There's plenty of room out there to show off those skills."

Keeping my hand on his arm, I guide him gently towards the doors, making sure no one else in the bar suspects our true intentions as we casually make our way into the bustling street. The horses tied up nearby whine softly at the sound of our approach, and Tony's mare seems to recognize me instantly, giving a friendly nicker.

"Her name is Camila," I tell him as he mounts his own horse, keeping an eye out for any potential trouble. "And she's yours for however long you want her." With

With that said, I swing myself up onto my own horse, feeling the familiar motion as Camila's powerful muscles shift beneath me. "So, where to first?" I ask, taking another swig from my whiskey glass before setting it in one of the saddlebags.

Around us, the town bustles with life, people going about their business amid the occasional shout or laughter. The sun beats down on our backs, warming our skin and adding to the hazy atmosphere created by wood smoke rising from nearby chimneys. It's a perfect day for trouble... or fun.

A motel sounds intriguing... And it offers us privacy too. "How about we head over to the Motel de la Muerte?" I suggest, gesturing vaguely in its direction with my golden revolver. "It's not far from here."

With that said, I nudge Camila into motion, leading the way through the bustling town and towards the seedy motel on the outskirts of town. The ride there is short but eventful, as we pass by a few questionable-looking characters and avoid eye contact with some overly curious lawmen patrolling the streets. Finally, we arrive at the dilapidated entrance of the Motel de la Muerte, the darkened windows casting eerie shadows across the dusty road.

As soon as they enter the room, Carla closes and locks the door behind them before turning to face Tony with a sultry smile on her lips. "Now then," she purrs, "show me what you've got." She slowly unbuckles her holsters, revealing the twin golden revolvers within, and tosses them casually onto one of the threadbare beds.

Next comes off her cowboy hat, revealing long blonde hair that falls down around her shoulders in unkempt waves, and then her white button-up shirt, exposing a curvaceous figure with ample breasts and a plump ass. Her vest and duster coat follow soon afterward, leaving her in nothing but a crimson red bra and panties.

Tony's expression darkens as he approaches her, the hunger in his eyes clear. He begins to undo the buttons of his own shirt, revealing a well-muscled chest and defined abs beneath. His hands move downward slowly, unfastening his pants before they too join the pile on the floor. Finally, he stands before her in nothing but tight red briefs that accentuate his already impressive manhood.

With a smirk, she backs up until she feels the edge of one of the beds beneath her hands, then slowly sinks down onto it, spreading her legs invitingly. "Come on, Tony," she whispers, gazing up at him with hooded eyes. "Show me what you're made of."