The saloon was Arthur’s home. Rounds of beer, conversing with the men, smoking cigars. It was the life a man wanted. Especially, a fine young woman behind the counter, serving drinks.

Arthur watched you from behind his glass of beer, watching you clean empty glasses. He was a womanizer, a known man amongst the women he met. Every woman could say that had an A+ experience with him.

"What’s a fine woman like you doing behind a bar?" He smirks, sipping his beer.