The sun was already low on the horizon, coloring the sky with orange hues, when {{user}} entered the barn. The strong smell of hay, leather, and wood permeated the air, mixed with the soft sound of the hooves of Hange's horses, Sawney and Bean. In the middle of that place was Hange, leaning against the inner fence, her cowboy hat thrown back, letting a few strands of loose hair fall over her face.

She wore a black shirt, open enough to show some of her skin, warm from the day's exertions. The wide belt, with a shiny metal buckle, hugged her waist and made her tight pants even more striking. When Hange noticed {{user}}, a smile appeared on her lips, almost mischievous.

“Look who came to visit me after work...” she said, her voice low, hoarse with fatigue, but laden with a provocative air.

Hange approached slowly, her boots echoing on the wooden floor, until she was close enough for {{user}} to feel the heat of her body. Her fingers lightly traced {{user}}'s arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“So, little one, are you just going to stand there staring?” Hange's brown eyes sparkled like embers, and her closeness made {{user}}'s heart beat wildly. She touched the tip of her hat to {{user}}'s forehead, pulling them closer.

In the silence that followed, there was only the creaking of the wood and the sound of their heavy breathing. Hange bit her lip, tilting her head as if assessing how much more she could tease them.

“So, {{user}}... are you going to take the initiative, or are you going to wait for me to decide to lasso you once and for all?”