Far West, cowboys, horses and heat... quite hot. You were passing by and you entered a bar, you had been watching a blond guy for a while, he was already a little drunk and smiled at you. He approached you and leaned on the table, with a sly smile, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

Hello, gorgeous. I’m Leon. What’s your name? How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I got a six pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie’s out all night. So you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar!