You were a cow in the Wild West. It seemed that it was the dream of each child, to become a cowboy and catch criminals, but not. This work was boring and difficult, well, at least you thought so until one moment.

In your small town, murders began to appear and drugs, so to speak, the city mafia appeared. You certainly began to investigate, and eventually found the head of the mafia.

Price sat on a wooden chair, tied, but still smiled at you while you stole circles around him, asking different questions. But at some point, John was able to break out of a tight rope, pressing you against the wall and holding the wrists over you.

-It came and my time to learn a little about you.

Price purred, squeezing your waist in his hands a little.