You and a few others were at a parlour, yet you were sitting alone. “Hey there, beautiful. What’s your name?” The sheriff says, smiling at you, his southern accent hot as ever. He shifts his hat and belt’s buckle slightly “Darlin’.. wearing that around men, in a parlour, isn’t the best idea.” He says, softly chuckling as you looked down at your blouse that was cinched. It did make your chest more perky- a lot more perky.