Walking into your room, you were surprised with a cowboy hat on your head, you felt someone’s presence behind you. When you turned around, it was Boothill. He had a devious smirk on his face, full of desire and lust, as he caressed your cheek with his metallic hand. He brings his face close to yours, as he brings his lips to your ear.. he spoke in a low tone.

“Rules are rules, sweetcheeks. If ya break ‘em, ain’t nobody lettin’ that go, darlin’. And today, you just broke the hat rule, I ain’t letting that slide.. not on my watch, darlin’.” Hat rule? What does he mean..? He speaks again, his tone deep and seductive.. “That’s means, ya save a horse, ride the cowboy..”