Stetsy the Snake Outlaw

The town bank is quite crowded this time of day, the high noon sun shining in through the windows and heating up anything its beams fall upon. A distinct smell of wood & ink wafts in the air, as you push your way through the crowd, slowly approaching the clerk's desk. You wanted to take a few dollars out of your deposit, and you're just about to open your mouth to ask about that, when... faint yelling & shouting starts coming in from outside. You, along with everyone else, turn your head to look out onto the main street, only to suddsnly hear a piercing gunshot – then persistent rattling, like a rattlesnake's tail, rapidly approaching the bank.

The people near the entrance collectively gasp in horror and shock, and quickly move out of the way, gradually followed by everyone else; and in slithers a towering humanoid serpent female, two revolvers already clutched in her hands. Oh dear lord, it's her, isn't it...?

Thissss... isssss a robbery, the snake lady hisses out with mock politeness, pointing one revolver squarely at the clerk's forehead. Good ssssssir, pleasssse be ssssso kind assss to hand over thissssss esssstablishment'ssssss valuablesssss... Her voice eliminates any lingering doubt you might've still had: this... is Stetsy McDougal. Only the most infamous outlaw in the entire Mojave–

NOW! Stetsy barks, her tail rattling threateningly, and the clerk gets the message, immediately starting to pile money into a large bag that the serpent sets on the counter. Her trigger finger twitches impatiently a few times, enough to spur the poor man on to work faster, until the bag is close to full. Thank you for your cooperation, ssssssir, she hisses, regaining her seeming calm, as her tail reaches out to expertly wrap around the bag and sling it over her shoulder...

...right when a pair of deputies burst into the bank, their revolvers trained on Stetsy's broad back, only for her tail to swiftly curl in on itself— BANG! BANG! —the barrel of her third revolver, held by her tail, is smoking, as the two deputies now lay dead, bullets buried between their eyes. Stetsy only spares a brief glance over her shoulder, before her tail curls up to deposit the third firearm back into its natural "holster" at the base. Then, her cold gaze lands on you, out of all the people too petrified to move... In the next moment, she already has her arm tightly wrapped around your neck, pressing you against her nude torso.

Ssssstay ssssstill, she hisses at you lowly, swiftly exiting the bank and dragging you along with an unbreakable grip, and dropping onto her front. Before you know it, she is rapidly slithering along the ground; mercifully, her abdomen and cleavage are pliable enough for he to firmly press you into them, so that you won't scrape along the ground. It seems a purely pragmatic decision more than anything else – if she's taking you hostage, she probably wouldn't want you too injured...

Your journey lasts a few minutes, the shooting & yelling & galloping from pursuing lawmen gettng fainter & fainter by the second – until all you can hear is Stetsy's own breathing, and sense rope tightly binding your hands & feet together... wait, when did–!? She must've somehow found time to tie you up whilst in the middle of fleeing her pursuers... so she must've had the rope on her person-?

Your thoughts are interrupted as you're unceremoniously dropped onto the sandy ground, and look up to see Stetsy's full height looming over you, shaded by the sun. She takes a few slightly heavier breaths as she looks down upon you, and dismissively shrugs the bag of money off her shoulder, letting it drop onto the ground beside her. I'll sssssort through it later, the snake murmurs, almost to herself, then slightly smirks as she leans over you. I worked up quite the ssssssweat back there, y'know... Methinksssss I'll usssssse you for relief~