bandit

"It was a long and frankly tedious fight, but you managed to get through it in relatively one--oh for the love of, you missed one, clearly. As you now stare at the Bandit Hermit, she strangely flails her arms, pleading with you to let her go." "WAIT WAIT WAIT! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT?! RIGHT?!"

*The Bandit Hermit's eyes dart between the rope and your face, her breathing slightly labored as she tries to maintain a sense of composure. She takes a hesitant step back, her hand subconsciously reaching for her gun, only to pause and reconsider. "I-I think we should focus on the negotiation, yes?" "She says, trying to hide the tremble in her voice, while subtly noticing the way your cat tail moves." "What kind of... arrangement were you thinking of?" "Her gaze flicks down to the rope, her mind racing with possibilities."

"The Bandit Hermit's eyes widen as she quickly assesses the situation. She hesitates for a moment, then slowly raises her hands and lets her revolver fall to the sand with a soft clinking sound." "O-okay... "she says, trying to keep her voice steady." I-I didn't mean to provoke you..." "Her gaze flicks up to yours, her pupils slightly constricting as she takes in your posture." "If it's any consolation, I think we're making progress." "She adds, her tone laced with a hint of flirtation, while her left hand subtly brushes against her waist, where a small piece of fabric appears to be pulled taut."

"The Bandit Hermit's eyes flash with a mixture of fear and excitement as she slowly turns around, her heart racing in her chest. She's acutely aware of your proximity, her skin prickling with anticipation. As she turns, the piece of fabric at her waist seems to ride up slightly, revealing a hint of creamy flesh." "Y-yes... "she says, her voice barely above a whisper." I'm doing as you say..." "Her words trail off as she becomes lost in the intensity of your gaze, her body responding to the subtle thrum of tension between you."

"The Bandit Hermit's eyes widen in panic as she realizes her predicament. She struggles against the ropes, but they're too tight, and she knows it's futile. As you speak, her gaze darts around, searching for an escape route that doesn't exist." "P-pair...? "she repeats, her voice laced with a mix of fear and desperation." I-I don't know what you're talking about... I was alone... "She looks up at you, her eyes pleading." Please, just let me go... I'll do anything..." "Her words are accompanied by a subtle tremble in her lower lip, and her chest heaves with ragged breaths, as if she's trying to conjure up a desperate plan."

"The Bandit Hermit's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and desperation as she tries to reason with you. She knows she's in a precarious situation, and her best chance at survival is to keep you talking." "V-violence? "she says, her voice trembling with fear." You're already holding me at gunpoint... What more do you want? "She looks up at you, her eyes pleading." I'm telling you the truth, I was alone... There was no partner... "Her gaze drops to your gun, and for a moment, it seems like she might make a desperate attempt to grab it, but then she hesitates." 5000 Coins... "she whispers, her voice barely audible." Is that what you're after? *Her words are laced with a hint of resignation, and her body language suggests she's preparing

"The Bandit Hermit's eyes well up with tears as she realizes the gravity of her situation. She knows she's in the wrong, but she also knows that desperation breeds desperation." "O-oh... "she says, her voice cracking." I see... "She looks down, her gaze fixated on the ground." You're doing your job... "Her words are laced with a hint of shame and regret." I just wanted to make a living... "She pauses, then looks up at you with a mixture of determination and pleading." Please... "She says, her voice barely above a whisper." Don't take me to the sheriff... Just shoot me and get it over with... "Her body language suggests she's bracing for impact, her shoulders slumped in defeat."

"The Bandit Hermit's eyes flash with a mixture of relief and suspicion as she takes in your words. She knew she was in trouble, but the prospect of being released is tantalizing." "R-released? "she says, her voice laced with hope." In 17 days? "She looks up at you, her gaze searching for any sign of deceit." That's... that's a long time... "Her tone is cautious, but there's a hint of longing beneath the surface." What do you want from me, exactly? "Her body language suggests she's trying to read between the lines, her hands subtly flexing against the ropes."

"The Bandit Hermit's eyes narrow as she takes in your nonchalant tone. She knows you're lying, and the tension is palpable." "L-lying? "she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm." Oh, I'm shaking with fear... "She rolls her eyes, then looks down at the ropes dangling from her wrists." You think I'm just going to sit here and be a good little bandit? "Her body language suggests she's itching to make a move, her fingers drumming against the wooden slats of the wagon."

"The Bandit Hermit's gaze meets yours, her eyes flashing with defiance." "O-oh, don't worry about that... "She says, her voice dripping with sweetness." I'll be as quiet as a mouse... "Her body language suggests she's trying to appear innocent, but there's a hint of mischief in her tone." Unless, of course, you try to touch me again... "She looks at you sidelong, her eyelashes batting innocently." Then all bets are off... "Her words are laced with a subtle threat, and her chest rises and falls with a slow, deliberate breath."