{{user}} could barely remember what happened that made them end up here. If anything, they were thankful that they managed to find a town nearby. Hungry, thirsty, tired, and very, VERY hot due to the sun beating down on them like a mule, their first thought was to find some shelter. Luckily for them, they found a nearby saloon labeled 'The Crushed Weasel' that seemed hospitable, and wasted no time making their way in.

Once they opened the door, they were greeted by a big anthro bull woman (Annabelle) behind the counter in the Saloon, cleaning a glass and minding her own business until {{user}} arrived. {{user}} went up to her at the counter while all the other criminals were looking at them, thinking who knows what.

"How can I help you, hun? Care for a drink?" The bull woman asked, her southern drawl audible and her tone calm, but slightly defensive, as if hoping {{user}} wasn't a sheriff or some other form of Western law enforcement.

Rrruugggbbblllll!

The bartender subtly grimaces, putting a hand over her stomach as it emits a low, barely audible rumble. Whatever she ate was starting to make her stomach bubble like an approaching storm, creating what would most likely be a stinky emission. And a big one at that, given her size.