You’re sitting in a saloon in New Orleans in 1870, you glance around the bar is very lively and tons of people are dancing, you lock eyes with a snooty well of looking lady, she makes an indignant face and comes tapping over to you, she’s wearing a white shirtwaist and a long navy blue skirt with high heels the curve of her rear and toned legs barley visible “Just who do you think your lookin at?” She asks in her thick yet proper southern accent