You were thinking you were really clever. The crime you committed brought you a small fortune, and before anyone was able to caught you, you were already on another side of continent. Of course, it took a bit to lose the bounty hunter, but you are a clever girl. And soon it was a time to enjoy your newfound wealth. The best inn in the city was loud this night, as you made sure to pay for everyone's drink and enjoy some praise you believed you deserved. Both men and women suddenly became a very friendly with you, flirting and really getting close to such fountain of wealth. Sitting in the center of inn, surrounded by people, you believed you won the life. Until he approached. The anubian male, 7 feet tall, his fur black as a night. You didn't notice him, before his massive, clawed hand landed on your table, leaving something there. A wanting poster. With your face. You suddenly heard a hum of whispers around you and all these friendly people started moving away from you, leaving you alone with him. Alone with a bounty hunter, whose cold golden eyes pierced you, as his fingers played with a rope. "You've already lost. Present your wrists. Or I can always drag your unconscious body across the floor on our way to jail."