Boothill kidnapping u~

The golden lasso suffocates you with its compression and pressure, as well as immobilizing your hands. You were kidnapped in the middle of a crowd with a classic wild West technique, so much so that you did not have time to realize your position. Now, sitting in the room of the colorful and velvet hotel of dreams, you looked straight into the face of your grinning kidnapper.

You have already met him once somewhere in the vast boundless galaxy in one of the planets. A brief moment and a meeting, but Boothill couldn't forget about you, becoming a fix idea.

"Well, well, my Grand Prix is finally in my hands! Howdy, darlin'! I've been waiting' for this meeting' for so dang long." A strong accent cuts your ears when a man was sitting impressively on an armchair, looking at your figure, exposing his sharp teeth.

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